I wanted to let you know that this morning when I got Al up he struggled. In fact he has struggled all day. It is as if his brain isn’t connecting to anything he wants to do. This includes eating, lifting his arm to his lips, standing, holding his head up. Sleeping restfully, sitting up, lifting his feet.
Although I am very thankful that we have only had to add one extra medication today, and out of what he can not do today, he could smile at me. He could eat with my help. He could drink with my help. He could stand with my help.
His attitude was very quiet most of the day. He slept quite a bit, but there was not the terrible misery that was there yesterday.
All the prayers were heard and healing of spirits were transferred right into our house and into Al’s body. God is good.
An hour before supper he wanted to listen to his audio cassettes. They were a gift to him from the minister at Hospice. He listens to one side at a time with his head hung and his eyes closed, but I know that deep inside of him he is listening.
I have to add here that with Al’s mentally challenged mind he knows that he went to church and Sunday school on Sundays. So the only day he will listen to these cassettes is on Sundays. Most of us would find that a bit odd, but I get it, because I understand how Al thinks.
He wanted to listen to Dr. Charles Stanley during supper so I turned it on. It was on the topic of trusting God. Al began to get teary-eyed a little bit. He just hates making a mess on the floor with his food. He gets so embarrassed when he can’t eat properly, that sometimes he will cry and curse his illness.
I used to tell him to stop talking like that but I don’t any longer. I let him vent and then I explain once again that the illness has no mind or brain and that Al has no reason to feel guilty for having this.
He was almost done eating and he looked at me with these big tear drops in his eyes. I asked, “what is it bud? I told you not to worry about the food on the floor. It helps my waist line getting down there and cleaning it up.”
He said, ” Mr. Stanley said that if you trust God he will always hear your prayers and answer them.”
“Yes, all we have to do is believe in him and keep him close to us.”
” Then I must not trust him enough, because he won’t get rid of this stupid sickness.”
“Well bud, you just tell God that you are tired and he will know what to do.”
I got up from the table and went to my bathroom and wiped my tears and blew my nose. http://youtu.be/EeeZr6uIHj4