Shortly after moving my momma into our home, it became clear something was different. At first, a note of confusion would shadow our conversation, just quick enough, she would pause and realize it was out of place or context, and would recover with a cutesy quip about her age.

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In time, her diagnosis went from Alzheimer's Dementia to include Frontotemporal Dementia and, the one that would ultimately take her life -- Vascular Dementia. 

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I became her full-time caregiver. To be honest, I didn't handle it well. Never did I show my frustration to her. But my insides were a wreck. I had no sibling to give me a break. Organizations and skilled "helpers" were hard to find. As her care increased, my whining increased inside my head. I wanted my old momma back, and I wanted my old life back, and I told God as such!

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One of those days when she was especially difficult and I was especially tired, my husband looked into my eyes and lovingly said, "It's a season and seasons end." That little encouragement offered a lifeline in my ongoing season of caregiving and one we'd use each time we hit our proverbial wall​.

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My season did come to an end. 

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I spent the following freedom season thankful to be back to my life with new perspective, thankful Momma was no longer confused and scared, thankful we gave her the best care we could in our own home, thankful for no regrets, and thankful for family and friends who encouraged me and prayed for me.

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Now, it's my turn to encourage and pray for you in your caregiving season.

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Friend--- I would love to encourage you each month in a short email of Care Notes for Caregivers. I want to call your name to our living and loving Heavenly Father so you can experience a peaceful day (or night) even when the chaos of caregiving threatens to knock you off your feet.

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Would you mind doing me a favor? Please join my mailing list below!

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Be encouraged: It's a season and seasons end.

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