Second grade brought an introduction to cursive handwriting. It was a task with which I found much difficulty. My mother would sit with me at the kitchen table after dinner and guide me as I traced letters in a workbook with a thick pencil. A soft ceiling light illuminated my progress. She encouraged me to take my time, to be neat, and gave me confidence that my handwriting would improve if I persisted with my practice. I persisted because I wanted to make her proud of me. She always gave me her attention in my time of need.
My mother is 94 years of age now. Her health is in a diminishing state. She requires particular care as her mind and body betray her. I sit with her as often as I can in the small quarters where she now resides. I answer the repetitious questions prompted by her onset of dementia. I hold her hand. I give her my attention in her time of need. I remember all the lessons in life that she taught me, all the love that she shared with me through my 64 years. Those moments come to life in my mind as I comfort her. She tells me that she is tired. It is becoming increasingly difficult for her to stand. I am concerned of the inevitable loss that is coming. How difficult life can become. I look for a measure of hope to guide the both of us.
I remember that when I was a young boy, my mother use to tell me that she named me after King David. Psalm 23 is one of the most beautiful psalms of King David. David’s words sing with hope that God is with us in all our times of great anguish:
The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
In green pastures you let me graze;
to safe waters you lead me;
You restore my strength.
You guide me along the right path
for the sake of your name.
Even when I walk through a dark valley,
I fear no harm for you are at my side;
your rod and staff give me courage.
You set a table before me as my enemies watch;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Only goodness and love will pursue me
All the days of my life;
I will dwell in the house of the Lord
for years to come.
In this Lenten Season, when we read in scripture how even our Lord faced the anguish of death, I find comfort in David’s words. I hope that you find such comfort in David’s words as well.
Submitted by David Bobovnyik