I have asked Carol to pray before a meal before but she usually says no. Even before AD she did not do this. Of course, we did not ask a "woman" to pray with all the men present. Tonight she imediately closed her eyes and started praying. Of course I could not understand much, if any but I know she knew what she was doing. At the ending, she said Amen and there were tears in her eyes. I cried more than she did. This was very special to me. LOL Bill
how wonderful she can remember how to pray, my dh would pray all the time i could hear him in his room at night, i am not very good at that, never taught while a child so i thought i would give it a try, last week i asked the lord to take my hand and guide me cause i could not do this alone anymore, i cryed most of the night, a couple of days later we decided to put him in a home , do you think i was taken by the hand, and i am now feeling more at peace with myself, i felt guilty for putting him there but also feel as if the world has been lifted from my shoulders, my god bless each and everyone of you and take you by the hand
marygail placement can be a good thing. Our LO's have people around them and activities to watch. That has got to be better than just sitting and staring blankly at who knows what. Caregivers are not exhausted and visits are good things because you can go home whenever you wish.
Conversation of any substance with my LW is so difficult and incomplete. I crave conversation with other adults but I find that my prayers and just talking to God helps a lot. I probably need to do it more. It is very comforting to me. I also like to study His word. So many good verses. But visiting here is also very good for me. Bill
I have never been tightly involved in "church" and "religion" and never have set a pattern for praying. Before meals, sometimes; in times of joy or sorrow, sure. But in 1988, when DH had just been Dxd with SchizoAffective Disorder (Mental Illness) and we'd been sent home with an Rx and an appointmnt in 2 weeks, and the instruction to call if we had any problems before then, things changed in one special regard. The med he was given, Haldol, took care of the suicidal thinking but he was profoundly confused,and aggitate. His mind was running like a hamster in a wheel, over and over the same ground. He was up 20 hurs and would cat nap for 4. I was to"keep the househokd running as normal as possible", counsel with him to calm him as much time as it took, and raise our daughter, 10. After a couple days of this, I finally established a partnership that got us/me through then and still does. Then when I'd finally fold at 4 a.m. I just say "Lore, he's in your hands. I'll take back over in a short while. Thanks." I'd roll over fall asleep and get up at 6 a.m. and start over. Two weks later the Dr. said the med was the wrong one for Dh and changed it. things got wa better fast. Dr. had the gall to ask why I hadn't called for help with problem. I just asked, how I was supposed to know it was a problem to call about? Since then I've done the same thing every night, when I go to bed. "He's in your hands. I'll take back over in the morning."
When I'd feel at the end of my rope caring for Paul I would always hear from others, "The Lord knows you, Diana, and HE believes you can handle it." And I'd say, "Yeah, thanks Lord for Your confidence in me. I just wish You didn't trust me so much."
I'm not a religious person myself but I noticed that Nikki has a favorite quote on her personal info page: "If you want to hear God laugh ~ tell Him your plans." So true!
Man plans. God laughs. At least we know he (she) has a sense of humor!! It's the little things that keep us going- or drive us totally insane. I wish my hubby could remember anything but swear words!!