I've heard it said that when Paul wrote 2 Corinthians, he was possibly living through one of the most difficult times in his life. He was nearing the end of his life and was sitting out his days in prison for preaching the gospel. I love that he didn't give up or give in. He kept writing and sending letters to the various churches to encourage them. In chapter 11, he goes through quite the list of things he'd already been through. He'd been beaten, stoned and left for dead, shipwrecked, robbed, and the list goes on. Then in chapter 12, he petitioned the Lord about one particular thorn in his flesh. Who knows what that was, I've heard lots of suggestions over the years. No matter what it was - the Lord had one answer for it. My grace is enough. Your weakness is what displays my strength. What a thought!  I've read and thought a lot about this passage, but I thought about it in a different way this past weekend. My thoughts were about how God promises here that H...

  The other morning, I stepped outside to enjoy the coolness. While I was admiring the beauty and intricate details of a small white flower, a small bug flew into the flower. I watched for a little while and thought about how God planned the smallest details in nature. How did He come up with all of that? Lol! Firstly, He created the flower in such intricate detail and unique beauty. Then he made the small bug that would come to pollinate it, so more would grow. What an amazing system He created. And He didn't miss any of the tiny details it would take to keep the whole ecosystem going. If He cared so much about those little flowers that He ensured they could continue to thrive, how much more does He care about us? Psalm 139:3 reminds us that He is intimately acquainted with all our ways.  This psalm talks about how He watched our bodies form in the wombs of our mothers. He gets the details.  For caregivers, our days are made up of lots of details. Our brains and hearts h...

I've been reading the book of James this week. He encourages believers to be patient with the process of faith. James talks about building endurance and growing in faith. In fact, maybe we've tried to make faith a destination rather than the journey it is! That's one conclusion I've come to, anyway. Faith is definitely a journey! One of the recurring themes in James is patience. He encourages us to be patient as our faith grows. In fact, in chapter 5, he discusses how a farmer must wait for his harvest. Depending on the crop that was planted, it can be a loooooong wait from seed-planting to mature crop harvesting! The farmer can't really do anything to make the process faster, he has no choice other than to wait for the natural process to unfold over time. I'll be the first one to admit that sometimes, it's the wait that is behind our greatest frustrations. We certainly can't hurry the caregiving journey. We have to take each day as it comes and walk it ...

 I do not think that all caregivers are depressed! Lol. But I do think that as a society, we deal with depression a lot. Mental health is a hot topic, and as caregivers, we have to be in charge of our own mental health. And that can be a very rough road. Not to brag, but I can go from totally elated (90 miles an hour) to utterly depressed (0 miles an hour) in just about a second and a half. Things hit us hard, and it can be a constant struggle to keep our heads above water, so to speak.  I've shared a few strategies for beating caregiver's fog, which really stems from overwhelm and emotional stress. Each day can feel like a struggle to breathe emotionally, and many of us do it alone. I think that's why Psalm 25:16 captured me. David said he was alone and depressed.  Two things the church culture doesn't want us to admit. Why? They don't know what to do with it and with us - because we cannot just confess it away. We can beat it, but we have to do it over and over a...

Does it seem to you, my fellow caregivers, that other things in life weigh a bit more than they should? It's like we carry so much that the smallest concern weighs us down even more. We often experience living grief,  and the losses seem to add up and weigh more as we go along. Even the smallest loss can send us off on an emotional journey we didn't bargain for. I don't know, maybe it's just me?!? We can be joyful, thankful, grateful, and find ways to manage and hopefully minimize caregiver stress , but it's still heavy sometimes. This is especially real for those who walk this caregiving journey alone.  Over the weekend, I read and reread Psalm 25. As I tried to unpack it all, I found there is really a lot going on in this psalm. David, the writer, is reconfirming and declaring that he will continue to trust the Lord no matter what the battle looks like, feels like, or what life throws at him. This prayerful psalm is a request for mercy. For deliverance. For God...

  As caregivers, we deal with so many things on a daily basis. I'm not even talking about the actual caregiving part! Lol. If we could sit and talk for a few minutes, we could probably make an exhaustive (no pun intended) list of extras we didn't know came with taking care of a loved one. We could start with social isolation - the alone ness. Sigh. Our anything-but-normal lives separate us from others we love at times, and we even miss out on big family events. Friends don't "get" us anymore. They don't understand that the rules of engagement  have changed. There's no more hopping in the car to grab a cup of coffee or a movie. Everything has to be planned and all the bases covered.  Then there is the financial aspect of caregiving that no one bothered to warn us about! Many have the opportunity to work from home, which is a blessing, although it's a complicated one! Some caregivers have lost their jobs, homes, and lifestyles because of caregiving.  Whe...

 I read an interesting statement this morning. The author was talking about trauma and having PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Personally, I think all caregivers probably suffer from post-traumatic stress on some level. We just don't always have time to pamper ourselves, and we often live in survival mode. There's no time to get an official diagnosis. And even IF we did, when would we have time to “treat” it? I laugh - but it's not funny, really. The author made a really good point. She said that she shifted her focus to how much she'd grown since the trauma in her life. That made me pause and think a little bit.  Has caregiving been difficult? YES! Has the journey been the hardest thing in my life, so far? Absolutely. But I have to admit that I have grown as a believer. I call my journey a redefining of faith. Nothing looks like it did - absolutely nothing. And even though I didn't get the answers I've prayed for, I have to acknowledge that I view faith ...