As my mom’s dementia progresses, I feel like I have to be prepared for anything. Last night was my turn to “sleep” in her room with her. Thankfully, my sister and I trade off every night. Too early this morning, she started yelling for my dad. She sat straight up and said something happened to him and she had to call the police. This happened once before and it took us over an hour to calm her down. This time I was immediately by her side, held her hand and told her Dad was in Heaven. At first she wouldn’t take that for an answer. Then her body relaxed and she said she remembered. I sat with her until she said she was ok. She apologized for waking me up and went back to sleep. I myself have had nightmares about my father’s death, but it is worse to see her so upset. I was grateful this episode was quickly resolved. I dozed and prayed. When I got up a couple hours later and went out to the living room, there was a pink glow coming from the windows. The sunrise was beautiful. I felt it was God’s morning reminder that He remains with us no matter the circumstances. I opened the blinds so I could see the colors change as I did my morning stretches. By the time my mom got up for the day, I was energized and grateful and she had no recollection of the previous events.

I Found God today in His morning.