I was at church tonight and sitting across the aisle from me was an older couple. I can remember this wonderful woman teaching my kids Sunday School quite a few years ago and she was such a sweet spirited person. Sadly, dementia has taken over this lady's mind over the past few years. Her husband faithfully brings her to church every week. I noticed how he caressed her back and knew when to stop as she moved away from his touch. He brought her to the front of the church for communion and I don't know if she took part but he still went through the motions with her. I can see how much he loves her even though her mind isn't where it used to be. He's so gentle and patient with her.
I hope Doug loves me like that. Unconditionally. Tenderly. Perfectly. Patiently.
It makes me think of another kind of love that I am unworthy of. The love of my Father.
I am so blessed.