Artist Julio Romero de Torres created this piece of art in 1904 and entitled it "Horas de Angustia" which means "Hours of Anguish". Here are words penned about this piece "The scene represents the pain of a young mother before the humble bed of her sick son, who is torn between life and death." When I found this piece online this week I was doing some work with the word ANGUISH as I am studying in Galatians 4. I was thinking about different forms of anguish. But this image helped me to articulate to my own heart what the last 2 weeks have been like with my Mom, Anne.
Though she has been walking through the narrowing path with frontal lobe dementia, presented as a symptom with her Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus since her 2008 diagnosis, over the last 2 weeks she has had a more sudden decline. We are thankful for Hospice of Chattanooga that has walked with us for the last two years, especially in the face of a global COVID19 pandemic. Now she is only in her bed and has had significant drop in food and water and then with no traceable pattern she has surprising days of "rally" and "lucidity" and more food.
It is not that our "chores" as caregivers have increased, they actually have lessened, but it is the wondering and wrestling as she seems "torn between life and death." This is the weight of the wait that we are experiencing and this is the weight I see here.
In one of the many resources I have received as a caregiver I read this quote written by Etty Hillesum who would eventually die in the Auschwitz concentration camp. This is what she said as she contemplated her own death.
"The reality of death has become a definite part of my life; my life has , so to speak, been extended by death, by my looking death in the eye and accepting it, by accepting destruction as part of life and no long wasting my energies on fear of death of the refusal to acknowledge its inevitability. It sounds paradoxical: by excluding death from our life we cannot live a full life, and by admitting death into our life we enlarge and enrich it."
MANY times over the last three years, Mom has sang about and talked about her eager readiness to move from life here to life in the Kingdom of God. Here in the last two weeks she has expressed to me and in prayer her excitement and hopefulness about "finishing her race."
I don't know when that will be. And I see her visible glory fading like a flower, while her invisible glory is intensifying!
"As for man his days are like grass. As a flower of the field so he flourishes and the wind passes over it and it is gone and its place remembers it no more. But the mercy of the Lord IS from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, and His righteousness to children's children, to such as keep His covenant and to those who remember His commandments to do them. The Lord has established His throne in heaven and His kingdom rules over all." Psalm 103:16-19
I have described to some that this anguish feels like thinking you are running a marathon only to find out right at the final mile that it is really a 100 mile race. Lament and sweat and anguish and endurance are required but the Holy Spirit in us is helping us in facing it head on and in pouring our hearts out to the King and Lord of all life and death and knowing that HE IS IMMANUEL. He is CHRISTUS VICTOR who has conquered death for us!
In the tearing. In the weighty waiting womb. In the fading field of flowers. We stand in awe of His nearness and HIS RULING PEACE. His timing for Aurelia Anne is established and He is on HIS THRONE. We are HOPE FILLED even in these "hours of anguish" and she is peaceful and we are peaceful even though we WRESTLE.
Over 15 years ago when she told us she wanted to die at home we could not have imagined what the path would look like, but HE DID and HE DOES.
Would you pray that we will continue to be flooded with His unfailing love and mercy (HESED) and that we will "keep the charge" (Numbers 9:22-23) as we increase our trust in His moment by moment directives? We covet the intercession!
I may increase my words here on this "Hello Love" blog as I continue to ponder the legacy that Mom has left me with in not excluding death from my heart and our home. O Jesus, enrich and enlarge us this very hour!