St. Augustine Speaks to us
"O Lord our God, under the shadow of your wings let us hope, and do you protect us, and carry us. You will carry us, as little ones you will carry us, and even up to our gray hairs will you carry us. For since you are our strength, then it is strength indeed; but when it is our own, then it is but weakness." from The Confessions of St. Augustine
Many of you haven't heard from me for the past several weeks because I've been caring for my Mother -- a woman, who at nearly 75 years young, has aged tremendously in the past 4 years. Afraid of losing her independence, she won't tell me the real reason why she hasn't driven her car in 6 weeks (and really has only driven it once or twice in the last 2 years). Her eyesight and her reflexes aren't what they used to be, and she has lost confidence in her ability to drive. But she is insisting that I take her to get her drivers license renewed in November!
Her handwriting is so shaky that she has difficulty writing checks -- she hasn't admitted that this is the reason she almost exclusively uses her credit cards at the checkout -- she says its the Skymiles! Her mind is still very sharp, but she no longer reads stacks of historical novels and she can't see the fine stitches of her beloved needlepoint.
On top of it all, she had a fall almost three weeks ago. She lives in a wonderful ground-floor condo about seven blocks from my house, but she didn't want to worry me on that Friday. So she picked herself up, decided she hadn't broken anything, and didn't tell anyone about it for two days. When she finally told me, I rushed over with groceries and begged her to let me take her to the ER. "What can they do? I'm fine," she said. And so it went for two weeks. Mother limping around -- me making daily trips to the grocery and the pharmacy.
Now, some of you might not know this about me: I am an only child of an only child of an only child. Me, my Mother, and my Grandmother -- three generations of women with no sisters, brothers, or cousins. We're pretty independent. Now the Lord knows I like to fix things, but this I could not fix. My Mother refused to go to the doctor as long as she could hobble around. If you can walk, it must not be broken -- right?
I knew her leg was hurting more and more, and by last Saturday, she was in a tremendous amount of pain, and ready to see the doctor. We went to the ER, and the x-rays showed that she had broken her pelvis in two places, and had broken a bone in her hand. So Mother came home with me for a few days, and she allowed my family to help her heal. After a visit to the orthopedist, she's back at home and is getting around with a walker. In about six weeks, she should be mended, and we'll be going to renew that drivers license. (We'll be stopping by the optometrist for a new prescription on her glasses.)
I love my Mother, and I know that I am very blessed to have her. And this latest chapter in our lives has reminded me that we all have to remember to ask for help -- no matter how well we think we can do it on our own. Even leaders need help, and St. Augustine reminds us that the source of our strength is the Lord.
Lord, may I remember that alone I am weak, but You are my strength.
Let me trust in You alone.