tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562151600112344087.post1763594713241214220..comments2016-11-18T18:23:22.218-06:00Comments on My Love Song: The FearCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11549288381752155033noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562151600112344087.post-19843779470329306032015-10-08T21:30:30.743-05:002015-10-08T21:30:30.743-05:00I am just reading this post and I totally understa...I am just reading this post and I totally understand too. That disease runs in my mom's family too and is something I have always feared. It also runs in Trey's family so I worry for our kids! Your mom's precious comment brought tears to my eyes - so encouraging! Love you!Laudanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13552724256778962182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562151600112344087.post-46091558896228758822015-09-21T18:54:34.027-05:002015-09-21T18:54:34.027-05:00Oh The Fear. How I understand that. So grateful ...Oh The Fear. How I understand that. So grateful for your heart and how you are sharing!Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11611341697570008552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562151600112344087.post-52075811401532035932015-09-20T21:42:01.179-05:002015-09-20T21:42:01.179-05:00Just saw this post. I understand your fear. You wa...Just saw this post. I understand your fear. You watched me lose my mother. My cheerleader. My counselor. My prayer warrior. My best friend, to a horrible thief of a disease. It rocked me to my very core and you watched while I teetered. It was a most difficult test of faith. For me. For my beloved father. For my own daughters. You used to ask me how I could keep going to visit Grandma when she did not remember who I was. How could I stand that? Do you remember my answer? I went to see her because I remembered her and when she could no longer remember me, or her husband or even where her own mother was, I could remember for her. That was the part of the answer I could understand and explain at the time. It took some time for me to realize that I was also watching to see if God remembered her and how she suffered. That is the part I now want to make sure YOU remember. When my mother died and I stood numbly at her funeral, there was a moment that changed me forever. Very, very suddenly I came to realize that my mother was no longer held captive by her failing memory and body. She had been set free to KNOW. She now knew God and now experienced the truth of all His promises coming true....and now she remembered me as well. I was restored to the memory of my mother in that moment, but also to very much more. I, too, was restored to Truth at that moment. I knew again, that God is faithful to His promise to never leave or forsake us, no matter what. HE never left my mother alone, trapped, as it seemed to my eyes, by the limits of her memory or understanding. It was exactly then, as I stood at her funeral, that I knew for sure that He would never leave me either. That He will be with me to the very end of my days.....and into eternity..and that He will also be with you, my precious daughter. We WILL truly be together before Him in eternity, remembering, together.....Perfect love casts out all fear!<br />No matter what the future holds we can be sure of that. <br />I love you forever. I love you for always.<br />MomYour MAMMAnoreply@blogger.com