“Love means doing what God has commanded us, and he has commanded us to love one another.” – 2 John 1:6 NLT
It had been weeks since I’d stopped to visit. I felt terrible about staying away so long. Life had been crazy busy as I worked to meet my book deadline. However, a few days after I turned in the manuscript and felt a sense of freedom, I thought of Georgia.
As soon as I saw her, I knew she wasn’t in a good place. She was lethargic. Her speech was clear, but her words made no sense at all. Georgia’s confusion frustrated me. I tried to carry on a conversation with her, but it was useless. After about ten minutes of her gibberish, I got impatient. “Georgia, do you know who I am?” I said. She turned her head, looked me right into the eyes, and answered, “Yes.” Then she resumed her rambling. As I sat there, I sensed the Holy Spirit whisper, “Pray with her.” Normally, I would have. I usually do pray with her when we’re together. However, that day I didn’t.
I’m not sure why. OK, so maybe I have an idea: I didn’t believe my prayer would make a difference.
A few minutes later, I said good-bye to Georgia and gave her a quick “I’m glad to be done here” hug. I was sad – yes, for Georgia, but also for myself. My heart grieved over my lack of compassion. My soul ached as I came face-to-face with my selfishness.
Three years ago this week God brought Miss Georgia into our lives. That day, December 13, 2010, the Lord opened my eyes to one forgotten by the rest of the world. He asked me to look after her and care for her as if she was my own grandmother. I started strong. I believed God wanted to do something miraculous in Georgia’s life. Somewhere along the way, though, discouragement set in. My hopes were dashed as I watched Georgia decline mentally and physically. Instead of praying more intensely for my friend’s healing, I became skeptical, doubting God’s ability to transform a life. Her life.
It has been a long time since I’ve written about Georgia. However, God woke me up at 4:00 a.m. this morning, and I had Georgia on my mind. As I lay in bed, I remembered the responsibility the Lord has given me. I renewed my commitment care for this one who desperately needs Him.
Yes, medication clouds Georgia’s thinking. Yes, her mind isn’t what it used to be. However, our God is all-powerful. He is a God who answers prayer! He is a God who performs miracles! Do I believe that? Yes, I do. I do.
I can’t fix Georgia. I can’t save her.
Only God can.
All He asks of me is this: Love Georgia. Be her friend. Laugh with her. Hold her. Pray with her. Pray for her.
And I will. With God’s help, I will.