Today my husband went to visit his mom, who has been in a skilled nursing facility for the past year due to difficulties associated with Dementia. Watching someone “forget” is a difficult process to say the least, but my husband and I were discussing a memory we had of one of the last times his mom was able to eat a meal with us.
She’d started ‘forgetting’ to pick up her utensils to eat her food, but we still wanted to share our moments with her as long as we could. We’d asked her to pray, and though it was a short prayer, her words struck deep.
She said “Thank you, Lord, for this food and family. May we never forget your love for us. Amen”
I had to make an excuse to get up from the table and go to the kitchen to cry for a moment because, apart from God’s healing intervention, we knew her memory was going to get worse. Though her mind is unable to recall many things now, her heart is secure in God’s hands. No – she’s not forgotten His love for her.