Walking the path

“Does anyone know what I went to the kitchen to get?”

Oh, the joys of senior moments. My memory is not what it used to be. I decided to get tested to ensure it was age and not something more serious. The doctor said I was fine.

He said, “In your early 20s, when you wanted to run up a set of stairs, you could take them two or three steps at a time. You can’t do that now. Your body is much slower, and you must take one step at a time. Your brain has aged along with your legs. When you try to remember something, it takes longer for your brain to find that memory. As long as you don’t get frustrated, it’ll come to you.”

After seeing what it’s done to others, the possibility of Alzheimer’s and losing my memory bothers me. I couldn’t help but wonder, if I got Alzheimer’s, what would my relationship with the Lord be like? The answer was apparent as soon as I asked the Lord the question. I remember when my children were small, and we would cross a street, they thought they were holding my hand, but in reality I was holding theirs. It’s like that with the Lord; we think we’re holding on to him, but in fact, it’s him holding on to us. Since I asked Jesus to be my Lord and Savior, he held on to me and protected me even when I didn’t know of the danger. If my body or mind fails me, I trust the Lord to hold me close.