In the last 24 hours, I’ve learned that a friend has a breast lump that needs surgery and she is fearful, I was shocked when I saw another friend’s face on the evening news who’d been arrested, and I got a call that our uncle in Chicago has a cancer that hasn’t been responding to the oral chemo he’s been taking, I’m not really taking all this in. It’s happened, I acknowledge it, but I can’t process it. Add to that that Dad is starting to become verbally abusive to residents when they go to the dining room. The weight of life is becoming overwhelming.
So I pray. I’ll pray until something happens. I’ll pray that the Lord walks into these impossible situations and does something totally unexpected, brings healing, justice and change. I’ll pray for my friends, family, neighborhood and country and keep asking the Lord what my job is and where and who I am supposed to serve. I’ll pray until I have no words and then tears will be my prayers.
It’s the only thing that makes sense to me right now.
Donna Kemper put aside her art career to care for a mother she hadn't seen in over a decade. For seven years she followed her mother's journey into dementia, caring for her and putting forgiveness into action.