In God's Care

by Upper Room Administrator on Sunday, February 17, 2013

I lost my mom in the beginning of January this year.  My siblings and I were caught unaware by how quickly she deteriorated.  Despite this deep loss, my siblings and I have gained great comfort in how well God has taken care of us, especially my mom, these last few months

 

It began in August, one of the toughest months of my life.  I headed back East to spend time with my mom.  Her dementia was getting worse; she was forgetting to eat and take her medications.  The siblings gathered to move her to assisted living.  It had been a tough decision to make, but we knew it was the best situation for her; she would be safe and well taken care of. 

 

My siblings and I may be as different as six people can possibly be, but we were united in the common goal of doing what was best for our mom.  It was amazing to see how differently the six of us handled this extremely difficult but inevitable situation.  I witnessed pain and courage, sacrifice and perseverance, tears and laughter, anger and forgiveness, determination and encouragement.  Amidst all of the planning, meetings, packing, phone calls, and moving, God gave me the opportunity to reconnect with my mom and my siblings, especially my sisters.  My mom and I had never really been close, not like she had been with my sisters, but all the past hurts and mistakes crumbled away as I spent this precious time with my mom and my sisters.  By the end of August, I felt as if I had been in the trenches, and I knew I would never be the same.  I was a better person because of it.  God is good. 

 

Much to our complete surprise, mom began to thrive in her new home.  She put on weight, color returned to her cheeks, she had a sparkle in her eye, and everyone loved her.  We thought she would outlive all of us at this pace, but God had other plans.  Her deterioration started after Christmas and a week later she was gone.  She was home with her Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, and this fact comforted us deeply.  Her children made it to her bedside in time to hold her hand, reminisce with her, and read the Bible to her before she died.  It was an amazing time for all us. 

 

 

I am so deeply thankful to God for all the blessings He has bestowed upon me.  He allowed me to reconnect with my mom and my sisters.  My relationship with God has deepened, and I know myself better than I ever have before.  God is so good.    

 

- June Kanaski

 

 

 

MK, June, Lois and their mother in August 2012

4 Comments

Comment by David of Henrico, VA

June, you and your sisters had a reunion with each other, your mother and the Lord. I would say that you were all quite well blessed last year. And thankfully you are now closer to your savior.
My father died in 1987 at 87 years old after a three year bout with dementia. I was his chosen care provider, being the youngest of five. I had the task of seeing him put into a assisted living home and then moving him to a total care facility. Doing these things definitely were not easy. I am now 75 and right now still in good health. But who knows?
Anyway, continue to serve the Lord as much as you can and enjoy the cardinals. I do.

Posted February 17, 2013 at 06:43AM CST
Comment by Donnie of Royston, GA

June, this story touches me deeply. Thank you so much for sharing it, and I thank God so much for the blessings he's given you and your family. Thank you also for devotion and the encouragement to stop and listen to God's voice. And reading about the cardinal and its song put a spot of color and spring for me in this cold winter day! :-)

Posted February 17, 2013 at 09:27AM CST
Comment by Richard

My Mother died when I was 16, and besides having one real brother, acquired a step mother, two step brothers and one step sister, around my 18th birthday. The first half of our lives being related, had its ups and downs, but we knew Dad was happy, which is what we wanted, and my brother and I respected and got along, for the most part, with our step mother and step siblings. As we became older and not living in the same areas, and more independent, we became less and less close with the step side of the family. As my Dad and Stepmother aged, they became more and more dependent on us, and I moved closer to help care for Dad and his wife, and also to give him the opportunity to develope a closer relationship with my children.We went through the ordeal of assisting them as they grew dependent on sitters, etc.

I must say, my brother and I feel robbed of happy times during Dad's golden years, due to the beligerent, possessive attitude of our stepmother, and her children. Our stepsister did participate in the "heavy lifting" of caring for both of them, but my stepbrothers never chipped in, nowhere to be found, and constsantly critical of our car for both parents, while my brother and I were sharing in the financial burden of around the clock sitters, in an effort to keep them at home. Dad passed first, and my brother and I still, out of love for him, participated in the care of our step mother. From time to time, she would show signs of love toward our grandchildren, but never to us. She passed several years after Dad; her daughter, my cousin and I planned her service. My cousin and I pitched in, due to total lack of interest from her sons, after many requests/pleas for their participation, primarily knowing they couldn't be critical if they participated - no such luck. Not only did they not participate- one of them who holds a doctorate in pyschology, went up to the podium during the service and criticized the message of the minister, in very direct tones, therby dishonoring his Mother's final farewell....most selfish person (he is an author of a very deceiving book of his life, and his "search for meaning and love", and is extremely narcissitic...thinks the whole world revolves around him). We sit in silence as he continues his "journey" on his soap box. More to the story but this is already quite long, which I apologize for, but is as condensed as I could make it. As a Christian, I have long since forgiven all, and treat all with love and respect. I truly regret the anquish all of this caused my Father, since he was a truly good man. This is the first time I have ever commented on this, but felt the need to do so. In Love, Rich, Marietta, Ga

Posted February 17, 2013 at 12:08PM CST
Comment by Richard

June, I apologize for sprinkling less than positive thoughts on your wonderfully inspirational devotion and blog. It is very uplifting how you and your sisters nutured and enriched your relationhip with each other and your Mom, through your challenging ordeal. It was so powerful of a message that it erupted some feelings in me that I thought were put to bed some time ago, and hopefully am resolving them once and for all, by GOD's Grace, and journeling about them through your precious blog. Christ died for All of Our Sins, and I need to remind myself of the fact it is such a wonderful blessing to be privelged to be part of His Family (the Ultimate Family), and the least I can do is respond to others with His Love. Rich.

Posted February 17, 2013 at 12:31PM CST
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