Marriage Missions International writes:
When Alzheimer’s comes into a marriage, the “for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health” that so many of us vow to keep, from our wedding day forward, is challenged to the max!
How do you still love someone who changes in every way possible from the person you married? By the grace of God —and BECAUSE of God, it is possible! It says in the Bible that “all things are possible because of God.”
Seminary president Robertson McQuilkin found this to be true when his wife Muriel was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. He talked about his journey in the book, A Promise Kept, published by Tyndale House. He talked of one incident that brought challenges and yet inspired others to reach higher to find a spouse with the type of compassion he gave to Muriel. He wrote:
“Taking care of Muriel was not only challenging when we reached our destination, it was equally challenging en route. I began to empathize with those young fathers you sometimes see in an airport, accosting perfect strangers who emerge from the women’s restroom. ‘Did you see a little six-year-old girl in there?’ Airline attendants watched in well-guarded bemusement as I crowded in with Muriel into the tiny cubicle that houses the in-flight toilet. I knew what they didn’t; if she ever got the door shut —unlikely as that might be —she never could have gotten it open again.
“Once our flight was delayed in Atlanta and we had to wait a couple of hours. Now that’s a challenge! Every few minutes, the same questions, the same answers about what we’re doing there, when are we going home? And every few minutes we’d take a fast paced walk down the terminal in earnest search of — what? Muriel had always been a speed walker. I had to jog to keep up with her!
“An attractive woman executive type sat across from us, working diligently on her computer. Once, when we returned from an excursion, she said something, without looking up from her papers. Since no one else was nearby I assumed she had spoken to me or at least mumbled in protest of our constant activity. ‘Pardon?’ I asked. ‘Oh,’ she said, ‘I was just asking myself, ‘Will I ever find a man to love me like that?’”
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