Before my dad began to decline with Parkinson’s disease and Dementia he would drive from Springfield to Dallas all the time just to have breakfast with us at IHOP. He never stayed long at all. He would leave in the middle of the night and show up to meet us around 8am. Then after we ate and talked for a while he would get in his truck and drive all the way back. He never really stayed overnight. I thought he was crazy. Just stay the night and start fresh in the morning, right? Nope! He just wanted to get home. He always said “y’all are worth the drive.”
We left early this morning to go visit him in the nursing home. We never really know when he will decline rapidly and not recognize us or just be a body in a wheelchair. He is in a wheelchair because his lack of mobility is making him a fall risk. I’m not scared knowing he is going to die. We will all die. I know he will be with Jesus in heaven and that is all the peace I need. The part that hurts the most is watching him suffer. I strongly hate knowing he is losing control of his body and mind. It hurts that at some point he will forget us altogether.
This is a quick trip. Driving in today. Taking him lunch tomorrow and then saying goodbye. Dad, you are worth the drive. ❤️
We are so unworthy of the love of God. We have done nothing to deserve the Sacrifice Jesus made on the cross. However, to Jesus we are worth His sacrifice. He would sacrifice all over again. Just as my dad once drove miles and miles just to be with us, Jesus would drive and drive for you and I because to Him we are worth the drive. The love of Jesus gives me hope because one day we will all be together again with Him.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16