My parents and I are visiting assisted living centers. We are unsure what will be best for them, but they are exploring their options. They fortunately have five kids who love them, and both me and another sister have told them they may live with us as long as we can handle their needs. They must have done something right to have kids who love them that much.
However, they are also looking at assisted living centers. I took them to two yesterday, and we will visit two more today. My sister took them to two last week as well. Word of warning to you young folk: getting old is really expensive. Take out a good insurance policy to cover your golden years now while the premium is low.
This is a tough process but there are silver linings. It is quite appealing to know that after a lifetime of hard work, all one's needs and cares can be handed over to someone else. One can rest in the care of trained professionals...or (if we can talk them into it) untrained, but caring family.
Aging and failing bodies is very much symbolic of what is necessary in one's heart to come to God.There must be a recognition that we cannot do it on our own, much as we wish to.
"The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
And God knows this. So He provides a place of refuge, a safe haven, a peaceful restful place where we can lay aside a lifetime of burdens and sin, and let Him take over. Jesus tells us, "Come to me and I will give you rest." It is so simple, and so profound, a complete paradigm shift in our self-reliant existence. Repent of our sins, recognizing there is nothing we can bring to God that is anything but "filthy rags." God desires nothing of us but our sorrow over having defied Him in our rebellion and sin, and then to accept His offer of forgiveness and sacrifice through the substitutionary death of His Son Jesus in payment for the punishment our rebellion deserved. We do nothing. He does it all. Then, all is forgiven, the slate is wiped clean, and we instantly gain admittance to the Finest Home for the Aged ever created. The arms of our creator who loves us, always loved us, and always will love us is holding the door open. Don't wait! Run to His forgiveness and rest.
As I finished my jog, the fog was lifting, and more and more beautiful trees lifted their limbs to the clearing sky. It's always a surprise how much beauty is hiding in the fog.
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