She’s ninety-two years old and in long term care after a fall left her with a broken hip. My visit with her on Tuesday was a delight, as she reminisced about various people in her life (many times over). Dementia is often a side effect of longevity, and repetition of conversation is one of the tell-tale signs of this disease.
My friend misses her euchre games with her old friends, misses her Sundays at church, misses her home which she is sure she will return to when her hip heals.
Nevertheless, this dear lady loves her life and told me, “I know my children appreciate me and I love that.”
When it was time for me to leave, she took my hand and smiled, “You know, Pat, I’m glad I’m still alive,” she said.
How happy I was to hear those words. I look forward to my next visit with this plucky ninety-two year old.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up (Ecclesiastes 3:3)
King Solomon, in his wisdom, knew what he was talking about in this verse. I, on the other hand can only guess at what he meant and/or what it would mean in today’s world; but this is the way I see it:
A time to kill could mean capital punishment, war, or even the killing of fish, fowl and animals for food.
A time to heal could mean healing after a lengthy illness, a period of grieving or a spiritual lapse.
A time to break down could mean demolishing unsafe buildings or dividing walls; i.e. the Berlin wall (1989)
A time to build up could mean rebuilding after demolition, destruction and/or disasters.
My grandmother killed chickens to feed her family.
My body was healed of lung cancer.
And then there was 9/11.
We have all witnessed the building up of devastated communities after natural disasters in many parts of our world.
The way I see it, A Time for Everything is not only Biblical verse, it is a way of life.
Tomorrow: A Time to Weep
Dear God, there are those among us whose life is a struggle each day due to the darkness of depression. We know that this malady can be caused by an imbalance in brain chemistry and the hormone, serotonin. We know it can be triggered by life’s problems; by some medications or by dementia-causing diseases. Through no fault of their own, many people slip into the abyss of depression, and can’t find their way out. Be their guiding light, Lord. Lead them into the paths of those who can help them in their struggle. Give their lives meaning, and where there is darkness let there be light. Give those of us who are free from this battle, the compassion and the wisdom to be the channel for your healing love. Amen.
Dissension depletes my energy level. Somewhere in one of my self-reflections I admitted to disliking dissension, confrontation, petty peevishness, pessimism and poop scooping. (The only doggie bag I carry is from a restaurant!)
At times in 2014 all of the above (except the doggie thing) cropped up in my life to the detriment of some of my relationships. Some were remedied but one lingered on until today, when I decided it was not going to accompany me into a brand new year if I could help it.
And so I rebooted a relationship. It was frosty at first and I was tempted to abort the whole thing, but perseverence is one of my strengths and what could have been a three minute phone flop turned into an hour-long healing conversation.
Romans 12:18 says If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live in peace with everyone.
Rebooting relationships is a good thing if it is possible, as far as it depends on you.
Because I have unstable angina, and a very caring physician, on June 24th I wore a heart monitor for twenty-four hours, to detect any abnormalities.
On July 6th I suffered a broken heart. Not a heart attack…a broken heart…almost as painful, but in a different way.
My question is, would the monitor have picked up on what my heart was going through that day had I been wearing it at that time?
I think, perhaps it would have, because hearts are not meant to be broken, and therefore constitute an abnormality.
What would you think?
P.S. Is my heart still broken? No. Thanks to the Great Physician, Himself.