May 18, 2021
Changing of the Guard
by Michele McCarthy
The ambulance was already headed to the hospital when he called me. He pressed me to go get his car. Only dad would be more concerned about his car than the fact he was in an ambulance. I assured him I’d retrieve his car, but right now I needed to know the hospital to which he was headed and why. He told me he’d fallen at a restaurant, and when he saw the angle of his foot, he knew something was broken.
An unexpected call from your elderly dad from within an ambulance is a tad unnerving! Yet I felt the peace of God settle over me. We had grandbabies for the weekend. My husband took over their care as I punched my sister’s number and headed out the door. Even as I drove to him, I prayed for Dad’s healing and cast my cares on the Lord.
Dad had fractured his hip, and surgery was scheduled for the next day. His surgery went well. But the medicines wreaked havoc on a man of 89, who rarely took a pill his entire life. From his recovery forward, he had fits at night, believed he was being held captive, and was tormented with foot cramps.
During his eight days in the hospital and three weeks in rehab, he only managed to take a few steps. Progress hadn’t come as we thought it would.
In a matter of minutes on that fateful day, I had been thrust into being responsible for the man who parented me well. The changing of the guard. Roll reversal. My highly active, rental-property-working dad needed significant help. It is a situation most of us will face at some point in our lives, but not easy for either party. I was determined to remain a child who honors her parent.
Since he wasn’t walking yet, after rehab, we transferred him to an assisted living facility. His mind never seemed to recover from the trauma or the meds. He talked of his childhood hometown and a Mexico work facility. He thought he saw his great grandmother and wanted to introduce my grown boys to their great, great, great grandmother.
He hadn’t been there but a few weeks, when I felt the Lord tell me to bring him back to his home. The calm and peace I felt assured me it was the right decision. After phone calls, meetings, and paperwork, we brought him back to his freshly scrubbed, rearranged, and restocked house. Happy to be back in familiar territory and in his own chair, he seemed like he was on the road to recovery. He was less confused and making progress.
Everyone faces the unexpected. Many face far worse than an elderly parent’s broken hip. In fact, we are promised there will be troubles in this life. But when we put our trust in God, when we trade our yoke for the one Jesus gives, we find rest (Matthew 11:28). Fear and worry have no place in a heart that trusts God.
Before I understood my identity in Christ, my full inheritance, and the abundance of His love and goodness toward me, finding rest and peace felt elusive. They felt more like a denial of reality. But now peace is a place where I dwell—anywhere and anytime. Like Jesus, I can sleep through the storm and proclaim, “I trust you Jesus for direction and answers. Thank you for the good You will bring out of this situation.”
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About the author: Michele McCarthy is married and a mom to two sons and Gigi to five adorable grandchildren. She is a Texas Christian University graduate with a degree in Education. She attended Lifestyle Christianity University in Watauga, Texas. Michele is a co-founder of LWT (Living Write Texas), a Christian writing group for women. She loves reading, painting, all things witty, and hot fudge sundaes.
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