I was thinking about my life as a caregiver. It officially started over 32 years ago when I had my first child, Dawn. Five children and now seven grandchildren later, it is still a primary role. Of course the most concentrated and intense time care-giving was the two and a half years with my Papa, total care at 92 being blind, diabetic, and suffering from dementia.
It was day four of my stay at my daughter’s home in Pennsylvania caring for her two boys while she was on vacation for the week. Their ages, six and nine and both attending school so my days were free during the school hours. In some ways it felt like a mini vacation as they are very independent in many ways. The week prior to my stay in Pennsylvania, I had cared for my other daughter’s middle two children who are two and five while she and her husband attended a home school conference. These two are not quite as independent yet. I realized that my role as caregiver to some degree will never end.
Close to my daughter’s home in Pennsylvania is a beautiful park where I would walk the two mile paved path around a beautiful lake. I loved those quiet times of meditation and intentional listening for God to speak to my inner man. Creation is always speaking revealing God’s glory. We just need to stop, pay attention, and listen.
The “path” was monotonous at times, walking and pounding the black pavement. But as I looked to the left, I saw the sparkling lake with the sun causing a magical reflection. My heart cried out to God that I too would sparkle and shine from reflecting the image of His Son. Further down the “path” I saw beautiful colors of purple flowering bushes in the midst of the constant green. One could easily miss the beautiful surprises that poked out along the sameness of the “path.”
All along the “path” were benches placed strategically that invited you to stop and rest a bit. Oh, how we need those benches in our lives as caregivers. The benches overlooked the still, glistening lake. Be still my soul.
Finally, there were the sounds. Beautiful singing from the birds in the air that reminded me not to worry. Provision is available for all our needs. Matthew 6:26-27 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
It had been a long winter, but spring had finally come. I imagine that this same two mile “path” would have felt and looked different in the winter. I may not have enjoyed it as much because I really don’t “do cold” well. However, there would have still been surprises along the winter “path” as well if our eyes were able to see them.
What season are you experiencing in your life as a caregiver? Are those in your care more independent or dependent? Are you walking the “path” in winter or spring? No matter what the season, don’t miss the messages as you open your eyes along the “path” we call life. There is beauty all around, even when it is hidden only to be found to those who have eyes to see. Enjoy your walk, and remember to sit on the benches and rest a while.
