And, she is dying.
She has Alzheimer's, and it is slowly robbing her mind, stealing her memories, and taking her from her husband and children. That beautiful light, is slowly fading.
My brother tells me, "This is really happening, and I don't know how to stop it.", and I understand.
It's a terrible thing to realize, you are not in control.
We go through life, making decisions, planning our future, and bending the rules, to make it go our way. We, foolishly think we are twisting the plot, as if we're the author of our story.
Then one day you stand, screaming in the face of the doctor, telling him to take back his words. It can't be true.
Above my desk, I see the cross stitched words,
"I have been driven many times upon my knees, by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go." Abraham Lincoln
The absolute truth is, there is no better place to be.
My brother is a strongman. He can lift a thousand pounds, and throw it to the moon. But, he can't lift his head above his sorrow. He is bent to this burden, and fears he will break.
I want to tell him,
be broken.
Lie, shattered, at Jesus feet.
Be Broken. That's how the Light gets in.
