She paces the floor, upset and frustrated at a world she no longer understands. She alternates between crying and angrily telling herself or an imaginary child to "stop it." I find myself getting frustrated, weary at the never ending emotional strain of trying to handle a "child" who is 62. Even music, the one thing that never failed before, doesn't help her to escape the trap of her life.
And i find myself wishing it was over. That God would take her. Not just for her sake but for the rest of ours who daily walk this tortuous path with her.
The music, that didn't work, is still playing quietly in the office, and it's then that i hear the song. Jesus Himself is standing in my kitchen, cutting through the frustration, hurt and fatigue in my soul with His gentle words. Tears sting my eyes and i know once again that He is walking this path with us. I go to find my mother, to gently comb her hair and to tell her that i love her. My King has spoken and once again my heart is at rest.
"Truly, truly I say unto you, whatever you do, to the least of these, you do it unto me......."