Some of you have written to say that you've been praying for my mother. Thank you so very much. Since she broke her hip she has needed twenty-four-hour care, and it has become clear that it is out of the question for her to leave the Quarryville Presbyterian Home. We were able to bring her here for a few days' visit in July. Her disorientation was even more marked, her anxieties exacerbated. (She kept wondering how she would get "home, wherever that is," and whether she ought to try to make "train reservations.") Nothing I said could reassure her, for the brain mechanisms for receiving new information seem to be gone. Her trouble is a common one-arteriosclerosis. When we drove her back to Pennsylvania we saw a room full of women much worse off than Mother is, and I have been pondering how God may be glorified in such lives. I don't know. I only know He loves them, He has promised that those who trust Him will bring forth fruit in old age, and the mystery of suffering was dealt with on the Cross. I think of the wonderful words of the hymn; "Crown Him with Many Crowns":
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
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