Saturday, September 12, 2015

God is Stll in Control, Even in Old Age!


      You know the line from Robert Browning, “Grow old along with me!  The best is yet to be.”  He was kidding, right?  I’ve watched people struggle with the problems of old age my entire ministry.  I’ve counseled many people trying to decide how to best care for an aging parent.  It was only a matter of time before it happened to me.
        My family moved into the brick house on Main Street in the late 1950s.  All four children were raised there.  It was the scene of many happy Christmas celebrations, birthdays, family meals and gatherings, graduations, piano recitals—it was home.  This was the house where I grew up.  Mother has lived in the house for almost sixty years.  But when my wife and I made a quick trip to Alabama to see her at the beginning of the summer, we were shocked at how much she had declined.  Our biggest concern was her medication.  She has to take pills three times a day and it was confusing even to me.  I went to the store and purchased one of those big plastic medicine organizers that had the days of the week and the times of each day highlighted in big letters.  Joyce faithfully organized all of mother’s medicine and we went over the details with her several times before we left, but we were very concerned.
 A few days after we were there mother fell at night.  A few days later she fell again, and then she ended up in the hospital.  She went from the hospital to rehab and as I prepared to leave the country on a mission trip I prayed that they would keep her until I returned.  My brother and I both agreed that she did not need to go home, but convincing her of this was a different matter.  I told my brother that as soon as we got back from Belize I would come to Alabama so that we could all talk. 
We agreed on a time to have “the talk” with mother who was still in rehab.  My heart was heavy as I went into the room, but I should have known that God had already prepared the way.  Mother told me she knew she could not return home without help, but she didn’t really want that.   I told her that we didn’t want that either.
        “Why don’t we look at other options?” I asked just as my brother walked in the door.  We talked to her about assisted living and she was open to the possibility.   But now we had another obstacle---where would she go?  
        If I had any doubt as to whether God was still in control it was all answered in one phone call.  My brother told me that there was a relatively new, assisted living facility in the area where a lady from his church had a good experience, but he didn’t know much about it.  I looked it up online and picked up the phone to call.  As the call was being processed I thought to myself that this was probably the first of many calls I would be making.
        A friendly voice answered the phone and I asked to speak to the person who could tell me about the services they offered.  When she told me that she would be that person, I told her who I was and briefly shared our situation.  After a moment she said, “What did you say your name was?  Did you go to school in Hartselle?  What year did you graduate?”  When I answered the questions she said with delight, “Ray, this is Brenda!   We graduated together!” 
        Browning’s poem, “Rabbi Ben Ezra,” is a statement of total trust and confidence in God, even when the issues of aging seem to be claiming our future.  His point is that God has a plan for all of life, not just when we are young and healthy.  In a telling line he proclaims, “Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.”  My mother is now a resident at the center where my high school classmate works.  She is still adjusting to the change, we all are, but I feel much better about the outcome.  As Browning said,   “Perfect I call Thy plan . . .I trust what Thou shalt do!”
                                                                       
 
 
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
 

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