Elijah had given his all, but still his problems kept coming. It was a situation different from—but also similar to—what caregivers sometimes face.

Finally! I have quit talking about a task I was dreading. I’m struck by how I never anticipated I would do this.

Most caregivers sooner or later will admit something close to what Solomon said to God: “I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.” All caregivers do well to repeat what Solomon sought from God next.

Rather than deny my advance (or is it slide?) toward 80, I’ve decided to pause and take stock of what I’m learning about life from this crossroads.

We can imagine the words meant more to the disciples that day than ever before. They had likely never felt less at peace.

The support group leader doesn’t seem too concerned about me. I’m not, either!

He walked and talked with them, but they couldn’t grasp the reality in their midst.

Can I chalk up my delay to everyday procrastination? Maybe.

They did not know he was the Son of God. They had no idea that the death they inflicted was all a part of God’s plan from the beginning.

I’ve sometimes been surprised by what we’re experiencing and what I’m learning. But the bottom line is a good report.

How often have we been sleeping while God was at work right beside us?

Even if your spouse is living in a memory care center, you might consider the opportunity to travel to the other side of the world. I’m glad I did.

They were as shocked to see his humble service as we may be by the necessity to do something similar.

Benevolent lies are stock-in-trade for Alzheimer’s caregivers. But I couldn’t think of any way to respond to a question that struck at the core of what she’s facing.

The apostle Paul was a singer! No matter what he was facing or hardship he was enduring, he sang praises to God. With his songs he set an example for every Christian.

A reader asked for advice, and even though this is not an advice-giving blog, his question reminded me of some experiences that may help him.

Since before eternity, everything God has done and said shows something we need to understand in order to thrive. We’re better together. We shouldn’t try to go it alone.

When we stop to consider “quality of life,” whose life are we thinking about most?

Bob Ely showed me a ministry I’ve tried to continue. As I’ve sought to fill his shoes, I need to think about who will fill mine.

Another Alzheimer’s caregiver I know kept a journal at first, with notes and stories he thought he might share sometime.“But after a while I didn’t have as much to write,” he said. Not that much was changing. Not that much was new. That’s how it is with me now.