One of the joys of going to Kansas City this past weekend was seeing my husband’s grandmother. She is 94 and is so precious. I still remember her coming to see us when our son was born. While she held my newborn, cradling him in her arms, she told me how she’d taken care of her husband who had Alzheimers for several years. Almost the week he died, her daughter took to her bed with bone cancer. What an amazing woman.
When she learned she too had Alzheimers, she was angry at herself. Not God. Nobody knew better the difficulties she faced in the coming months and years. But her faith never wavered. She is a lesson in faith, courage and endurance. Do you have someone in your life who is a walking testimony?