When Simple Things Become Difficult

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Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me. Psalm 131:2

I can barely imagine what my mom is going through as her dementia takes away more and more of what she knows or remembers how to do.

Simple things have become difficult.

Making a phone call on her cell phone.

Figuring out how to use the television.

Remembering the day of the week.

Remembering where she is.

She has to be talked through things - often not understanding what she is told.

It is hard to watch as she cries because she knows she can't remember what she once could.

I asked her if there was anything I could do for her.

Her answer, through her tears?

"Just pray."

I look back at my own challenges.

So many things that I was able to do cannot be done anymore.

Simple things.

I can no longer bend down to pick something up off of the floor.

Navigating a few short steps gets harder and harder.

I can't do laundry - cook - clean.

And I, too, remember back when I could do those simple things.

They have become difficult.  Some - now impossible.

And, when people ask what they can do for me - I realize my answer is the same as my mom's response.

Pray.

Praying is a simple thing.

It's not difficult.

Yet, it's something I often need to consciously remember.

So, as the things in life become more and more difficult, the response to them becomes simpler and simpler.

We may lose most all of what we are able to do.

But we will always have prayer.

Our own and those of the ones who care about us.

Even Jesus prayed for us so very long ago.

So - when the simple becomes difficult - make the difficult simple.

Pray.

Father God, so many of us are facing such extraordinarily difficult challenges.  What was once simple, is now difficult.  Help us to remember, that as these challenges rise up in front of us, that our response need be a simple one.  Only one word.  Pray.  And that you that you have promised to hear each and every word we utter to You, and know that You are bringing us slowly - although sometimes painfully - to our ultimate good.  You.  Amen and amen.


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