Another move

The email popped in my inbox:

We received confirmation that Waterford Place will admit my dad in on Thursday, June 18. So this will bring an end to my dad’s time at the Atrium

It’s hard to put into words when I think about moving my father another time.

Reminders of last summer flood my mind as I remember driving him back and forth to Freedom Village every day, moving him for a temporary stay at Waterford, and then moving him to the Atrium. So many moves!

Now, during COVID-19, he will be experiencing another move to Waterford. It should be a place he remembers, but he claims he doesn’t remember any of it. His room will be located in a different wing than where my mother and he lived.

I am thankful for Waterford because of the SAIDO training he will receive five times per week, but I feel a sense of sadness that I will not be in Michigan to be a part of it. I could be his SAIDO trainer since I received the training.

This is where it gets really hard. Hearing God’s calling, acting upon it, and then coming to grips with the reality that sacrifices abound. Time, relationships, family—if I think about it too long, it’s just too much.

At times like these, I need to read again, Judges 6. God’s perfect peace covers all fears. He is Jehovah- Jireh, our great provider. Why do I think I am the only one who can take care of my father? Why do I think there will not be a way to see him when he is at Waterford and I live in Indiana? He is our provider and will take care of all our needs as this journey continues.