Friday, September 23, 2011

Help Mate, not a Mother

What a weird feeling!  Here I am alone at home again, but it's not because Bruce is in the hospital.  Those days, Lord willing, are behind us.   

Yesterday, Bruce left at 8am and didn't come home till 9pm.  Today, I am missing him again, but at the same time, I am thrilled to know he is once more able to hold a position of authority without me tagging along at his side for support.

Bruce is the Deputy Returning Officer for an advanced pole in our provincial election.  He will be working long hours for six days, running the advanced poling station and then counting ballets on voting day.  This will be the most we have been separated since he was in the hospital.

Although his dementia is gone, he has still felt the need to have me close at all times.  This week he is overcoming that, and, I think, enjoying the feeling of being the man in charge once again.

We had expected to be working together.  When we applied for the job, we applied as a team, but when we signed up for advanced poling I hadn't realized that it would involve so many days.  When we found out what was involved, Bruce still wanted to do it even though I couldn't. (I homeschool our Grandkids and didn't want to take that much time off.)

Maybe it was the Lord's way of giving him a little push.

And ...  maybe it was the Lord's way of forcing me to let go.

A man with dementia is like a child that needs mothering.  A man whose mind has been healed needs a wife; a help mate, not a mother.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Preaching again after having dementia

I can only imagine how Bruce must have felt getting back on a platform again after being so sick for so long and having had dementia.  I know there are still some memories that are elusive for him now, while in most areas his memory is, once again, better than mine.  But the Lord sent him to preach to people who had faithfully held him up in prayer while he was so sick, and they were eager to accept him as he was, and to listen as he shared the word with them.

That week in New Brunswick was a triumph:  A doctor in Toronto had said Bruce would never preach again, and I had every right to pull the plug.  The hospital had diagnosed him as having less than half his cognitive skills. The rehab center had sent him home to have some time with his family before ... His family doctor had suggested I place him in a nursing home. 

Watch this video excerpt from a day when God proved them all wrong.

Yes, his preaching in New Brunswick was a triumph, a testimony to the glory of God.

Again, I want to thank the  readers of this blog for their prayers.  I also want to send a special thanks to the church in Pennfield, New Brunswick, for being faithful to God's leading in inviting Bruce to preach for the first time after being so sick. 

Friday, September 02, 2011

Sometimes He just wants to give us a treat

Our attitude in going to New Brunswick was, "how can we serve You, Lord?"  It would seem that His thought was, "where can I send them to let them enjoy some much needed relaxation for a while?"

His answer was to send us to the Bay of Fundy where we could sit on the balcony and listen to the tide come in as we watched the sunrise, or slip down to the water's edge (me) and get feet wet in the ocean water.

He also made sure to place us near people we love dearly and who welcomed us with open arms.  He knew how much we would enjoy seeing them again, and how our hearts would knit with theirs as some of them fought their own physical battles. (we are praying for healings to take place)

I loved the sound of the waves and couldn't resist worshiping with them in the background.

But, of course, New Brunswick was not just the Lord's choice for us because of it's awesome shoreline.  Our God knew where to send Bruce to do his first preaching after his illness.  I'll include some footage of that in the next post.

For the previous post see: No, I will not doubt Him 
For the next post see: Preaching again after having dementia