As full-time caregiver for my aging mother, Marjorie, I often asked God how I could make her life meaningful even as she declined both physically and mentally.
Although my mother's memory had deteriorated to the point that she occasionally didn't even know who I was, she still retained her loving spirit and sense of humor. People enjoyed being around her. It occurred to me one day as I was praying that God still had work for her to do at this stage in her life. And it seemed that because so much of Mother was already gone, you could see more of the Lord living in her precisely because there was less of her to get in the way.
I realized Mother still had a ministry: God was using her to channel his love to others—primarily her caregivers.
This was certainly true in my own life. I had brought my mom to live with my husband and me more than four years ago. God had given me this assignment of caring for her, and I sought to be completely obedient to him in the process.
But when her needs became greater, and it became more and more difficult for me to care for her, God brought some wonderful women into my life to help. I occasionally had opportunities to travel with my husband, and I needed caregivers who could come in and care for Mother in our home. Sharon, who had been widowed at a relatively young age and whose only child was now in college, told me that caring for Mother had given her a new purpose and joy in using her gifts in serving others. She, too, was seeking how God could use her. But Sharon went beyond just caring for my mom—she began caring for me, too.1