My mother still knows the meaning of the words she hears. This is true even in the mid to late stage 5 of her Alzheimer’s journey. Thus, on a certain Sunday morning, she was gripped by the words she heard. A song she had never listened to prior to this particular morning.
Here is a very short entry from my journal I’d like to share with you.
March 25, 2013
Mom whispered loud in my ear that Sunday morning.
“This song is choking me up. Oh Laura! The words!”
Then she gripped her heart and sang along. On so many levels, the words were wrought with meaning for her.
God of all light, chase the darkness from me.
God of all reason, restore my sanity.
God of all truth, strip away all the lies.
God of all mercy, have merciful eyes.
God of all restoration put me back together again.
I am weak, I am small. You are my All in All.
I didn’t need the particular words like she did. What I needed was watching my Mom be overwhelmed with the Word. Somehow on this Sunday morning the Lord knew this.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you.