
I will try to tell this story succinctly. My aunt had to move to a dementia care facility last fall. She was able to take her beloved cat with her. But, about a month ago he bit a fellow resident and was kicked out of the home. My nephew, Caleb, took Simba to live with him but his roommate’s allergies made cohabitation impossible.
My family lives in Washington and I live in New Jersey. I’m my aunt’s durable power of attorney—her happiness is my responsibility. Where to put Simba became the dominate topic of cross-continent phone conversations. Suggestions were often DOA, they just didn't work. Phone calls, posts of FB and conversations with friends only yielded suggestions to put the cat down, lie to Aunt Corrine and be done with it. But, my Mom and I just couldn't get peace about taking one of the last things my aunt has left and ending it with an injection. How could we dishonor her wishes? What would we say to her? Would we be able to find a solution? We agonized and we prayed.
God, who has allowed my aunt to have dementia, to lose her ability to live in her beloved condo surrounded by her life-long friends in her favorite city, found a home for her cat. God, who knows my aunt's sufferings from the indignity of loss of control, provided a way for us to honor her love for Simba. God, who sees my aunt surrounded by people who don't know where they are or remember who they are and who say really strange things, said yes to our plea for a solution for Simba. It seems incongruent to me. In the unwanted mess of aging, His goodness shows up in the attention He gives to a cat my aunt loves.
Somehow this encourages me in a baffling kind of way.
Why didn't He say yes to our prayers for my aunt to not have to walk this path? Why another burden for my Mom's slender shoulders? Why all the loss of dignity, health, home and friends? Why? I don't know... But, I see His love for her and even my mom when He gave my mom the idea of calling my cousin Sandy and she said yes to an aging, grumpy cat. I feel Him lifting my chin, forcing my eyes to look into His to see His goodness, His love, His care, His sorrow, His presence. In the incongruent He is here.
This afternoon, my Aunt Corrine rode with Simba, Caleb and my Mom to the old family farm. Sandy assured them Simba, a 15-year-old cat, is welcome to live with her and her 14-year-old cat. In fact, she'd wanted a new cat. I spoke to Aunt Corrine tonight and she sounded so happy to have spent part of the afternoon with Simba, happy that Simba has a new home. I'm happy, too. Thank you, God, for showing up in the discordant elements of my aunt's journey.
One of the Scriptures Mimi and Shelly will take us to this week is, "Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy” (Acts 14:17). The truth they write about in this chapter can be summed up in that verse.
God is good—we can look and see His goodness in creation and in His Word and in His care for us. I wonder, how you will read this chapter from the context of your setting. Where do you see the goodness of God this week? I look forward to reading your comments. I hope you’ll enjoy and be challenged by this week’s reading. Be sure to leave enough time to practice the Holy Habits and thoughtfully respond to the questions.
Where I’ve Seen God’s Goodness:
- This week I have seen God’s goodness in the healing of a friend whose heart was broken after her second miscarriage of a baby she has tried years to conceive. As I talked with her today, months after she lost the 2nd baby, I’m hearing her be able to respond to God’s love and care and life that is all around her. The pain is still there, but there is also healing which can only be God’s amazing goodness.
- I’ve also seen His goodness in conversations on my couch with women who are really hurting. As l listen and cry with them, I also see God meet them right where they are and bring healing and hope to their troubled lives. I’ve started looking at my couch as a very sacred place!
- I’ve also seen God’s goodness while Skyping with my 2-year-old, precious grandson—such a gift to our family.
- I’ve seen His goodness in the strength He gives my Mom, the help He gives Kevin for his huge job as Executive Pastor at our church, and me with my work at Link Care.
I have so much to be thankful for—even my little window sill herb garden that is finally starting to thrive. God’s goodness has been in the hard places this week—and in the life-giving moments, too. I love Him so very much.