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A Prayer about How to Spend Our Last Forty Days

A Prayer about How to Spend Our Last Forty Days

Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

James 4:14, ESV

Everlasting God,

Forgive us for “boasting in our arrogance” (James: 4:13)

for the ways we fail to thank you 

for all of the good gifts you have given us, 

including each day of our lives 

and all provision for that day. 

May we heed 87-year-old theologian J. I. Packer’s instructions:**

“First, wake each day with the question, 

‘How do you want me to glorify and enjoy you today?’

Second, “Live practicing the presence of God in Christ”

 — yes, Lord, help us to listen to less of this world’s noise 

that we may rest 

in the gentle and lowly presence of our Savior.

Third, finish the course well: 

“Our last sprint should be a sprint indeed.” 

May we not waste our four or forty or four hundred or four thousand days 

on trivialities 

but may we spend each of them 

sharing the good news 

of our hope of glory 

in Jesus Christ 

by setting our affairs in order,  

by encouraging friends, family, strangers, and enemies, 

by forgiving our enemies inexcusable betrayals, 

and by speaking and writing 

the many stories of redemption 

you have written in our lives.

In Jesus’ living and dying and resurrected name. Amen.

**I highly recommend Packer’s little book, Finishing Our Course with Joy: Guidance from God for Engaging with Our Aging



Why Caregivers Need to Care for Themselves

Why Caregivers Need to Care for Themselves

Will You Care for Yourself, Dear Caregiver?

In the lowest point of my caregiving season, my body cried out for help, but I refused to listen. Strands of hair came out in my hands as I washed it. Dark trenches formed under my eyes. Colds came and went like the weather. I skipped regular checkups with my doctor, postponed my colonoscopy, and rescheduled my dental cleaning. In the year our son endured four brain surgeries and my father’s life finally caved to the blows of terminal cancer, my health deteriorated rapidly, and I couldn’t find the energy to care. 

On the other side, years after my dad’s death and the restoration of our son’s health, I see how I endangered my body through my neglect. On the other side of my extreme caregiving season, I am passionate about calling caregivers to care for themselves and urging others to care for caregivers. Caring for oneself as a caregiver is a way to obey the first and second commandments, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength’” and “‘Love your neighbor as yourself’” (Mark 12:30-31). Dear caregiver, you are your neighbor. Dear caregiver, self-care is not selfish. Self-care is kindness to self and obedience to the call of our Savior, “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).  

The Caregiver’s Dire Situation

According to a 2020 study, there are fifty-three million unpaid caregivers in the U.S., and as the Baby Boomers age, that number is only expected to increase. These fifty-three million caregivers face an endless array of daily tasks, ranging from changing diapers or sheets, feeding and bathing, driving to doctor’s appointments, administering IV antibiotics, and fighting insurance battles. Caregiving has been shown to have all the “features of a chronic stress experience.”1 We should not be surprised that caregivers suffer emotional, psychological, spiritual, and physical effects, including anxiety, depression, fear, grief, guilt, shame, isolation, spiritual doubts, and poor health. When a caregiver has been living in this situation of extreme stress even for a short period of time, she may become unable to see clearly her desperate need for care. 

Some Reasons Caregivers Might Refuse Care

Not only are caregivers often blind to their need for care, they often believe that their self-sacrifice is warranted by Jesus’ call in Luke 9:23: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.” Caregivers may believe that sacrificing their emotional, psychological, spiritual, and physical health is an act of obedience to Christ’s call to self-denial. And yet, as author Amie Patrick points out, the call to denying self is not a call to deny that we are human, with “physical and emotional needs—and God-ordained limits.” Patrick shares her story of self-denial, “In particularly stressful seasons, I treated needs like sleep, nutrition, exercise, and emotional refreshment as luxuries for which I didn’t have time. It didn’t occur to me that accepting my God-given limits and actively choosing to receive God’s gifts of rest, food, recreation, and solitude are also acts of worship and obedience.”2

Such denial of human needs and limits could also be, as it was to some extent in my case, a refusal to trust God and a commitment to rely on self. As a young child of divorced parents, I learned to be self-reliant and developed a strong leaning toward independence. I was “strong” and “resilient” and proud of it. In my caregiving season, it was partly that lifelong pattern of independence and self-reliance that kept me from caring well for myself. I did not fully understand what the apostle Paul so wisely taught. He explained that the afflictions he experienced happened “that we might not rely on ourselves but on the God who raises the dead” (2 Corinthians 1:9). As caregivers, we have the opportunity to humble ourselves, crying out to God and to others for the help we desperately need. 

The Help the Caregiver Needs 

When the caregiver does acknowledge her human limits and need of care, where should she start?

First and foremost, because of the alarming statistics about the threats to caregiver health and increased mortality rates,3 the caregiver address the needs of her body. Doing so recognizes her body as the “temple of the Holy Spirit” (1 Corinthians 6:19-20). Doing so recognizes that to glorify God in our bodies is to be a good steward of our health. Caregivers need the seemingly impossible: good nutrition, adequate rest, regular exercise and checkups with a doctor. Caregivers need to respect their physical limits and not try to lift or move their loved one unless their bodies are strong. And when caregivers need surgery for an injury or a chronic problem, it is crucial not to delay it. To care well for the body is to heed Jesus’ call to come to him and find rest.

Second, the caregiver needs care for spiritual struggles. It is not uncommon for caregivers to struggle with doubts. They may ask questions like, “Why is my loved one suffering so much,” “Is God punishing us,” or “Does God really care?” Even when the caregiver is not struggling with doubt, he may feel disconnected from God because he has been unable to attend church or is so exhausted he doesn’t feel like praying or reading his Bible.  

Third, the caregiver needs care for her mental and emotional struggles. We have learned enough about veterans returning home from war to provide our soldiers with psychological care for the wounds chronic stress has inflicted. If the caregiver can acknowledge that she is living in a war zone, seeing things that might be traumatic to her (her loved one’s pain or wound, for example), fighting daily to get her loved one appropriate care, suffering anxious hours while her loved one undergoes surgery, then she might seek the care she needs for her mental and emotional well-being. 

How Can We Help?

As the caregiver acknowledges her need, we want to be ready to be the hands and feet of Jesus, part of the answer to her prayer. We can grieve with her, crying out to God over the losses she has experienced. We can point her to the biblical laments. We can encourage her to get the surgery she needs or to see someone trained in helping people who struggle with grief, anxiety, and depression. We can offer respite care to allow her time to go to the doctor, get a good night’s sleep, go to church, attend a caregiver’s support group, or see a counselor. We can validate her spiritual struggles and pray for and with her. We can sit with her while her loved one is in surgery, or we can send a meal afterwards. And mostly, we can pray for the caregiver to be able to receive the help we stand ready to give. 

It is not easy for caregivers to ask for and receive the care they need, but it is possible. It will take the faith to trust God that he cares for their person even more than they do. It will take hope to imagine “a vision of redemption in the midst of decay.”4 It will take knowing how deeply Jesus loves her. And it will take the ears to hear our Lord’s call to the caregiver, “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” 

I’d love to hear your thoughts. If you are a caregiver, what has kept you from taking care of yourself? If you know a caregiver, what do you think has prevented a caregiver from caring for herself?

Announcing the Numbering Your Days Network: an Online Community

If you enjoy the articles I post here, you may also enjoy the new Numbering Your Days Network, coming soon. It is an online gospel-centered community that encourages and equips you for the challenges of aging, caregiving, legacy, and end-of-life. To receive an invitation when it goes live on September 5, sign up at this link. 

Caregiver Resources

Https://www.cdc.gov/aging/caregiving/index.htm offers a number of resources to help caregivers, including ideas for respite care.

CICOA offers this weekly checkup for caregivers, along with other helpful resources. 

Who Cares for You? by Marissa Bondurant. An excellent Bible study for caregivers and caregiver support groups. Learn how Jesus cares for you as you care for others. 

Footnotes

1 Richard Schulz and Paula R. Sherwood, “Physical and Mental Health Effects of Family Caregiving,” The American Journal of Nursing 108, no. 9 Suppl (September 2008): 23–27, https://doi.org/10.1097/01.NAJ.0000336406.45248.4c. 

2 Amie Patrick, “Self-Care and Self-Denial,” The Gospel Coalition, https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/self-care-and-self-denial/

3 According to the CDC, 40.7% of caregivers report having two or more chronic diseases. See Https://www.cdc.gov/aging/caregiving/index.htm.

4 Dan Allender and Tremper Longman, Cry of the Soul (Colorado Springs: Navpress), 1994, 155.

 

 

A Prayer about Living Like We’re Dying

A Prayer about Living Like We’re Dying

So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

Heavenly Father, 

In the novel I just read, 

a professor gives her English 101 students a short essay question: 

“What would you do if you knew 

you only had forty days left to live?”*

At its core, this is what Psalm 90:12 asks us to do, 

to “number our days,” 

to recognize that our earthly days have a limit, 

that our life has an expiration date. 

This is the way to “get a heart of wisdom,” 

to become loving, discerning, 

knowledgeable about the things 

you are knowledgeable about.

So today we ask you to help us think or to journal, 

if only for a few minutes, 

about how we would want to spend our days 

if we only had forty of them left.

I like what theologian J. I. Packer wrote at age 87,**

First, wake each day with the question, 

“How do you want me to glorify and enjoy you today?”

Second, “Live practicing the presence of God in Christ”

 — yes, Lord, help us to have less of this world’s noise 

so that we may rest in the gentle and lowly presence 

of our Savior.

Third, may we finish the course well: 

“Our last sprint should be a sprint indeed.” 

May we not waste our four or forty or four hundred or four thousand days 

on trivialities 

but may we spend each of them 

sharing the good news 

of our hope of glory 

in Jesus Christ 

by setting our affairs in order,  

by serving friends, family, strangers, and enemies, 

by speaking and writing 

the many stories of redemption 

God has written in our lives.

In Jesus’ living and dying and resurrected name. Amen.

Read Psalm 71, Psalm 90; Psalm 92.

*This was in Book 3 of the Sensible Shoes Series by Sharon Garlough Brown.

**I highly recommend Packer’s little book, Finishing Our Course with Joy: Guidance from God for Engaging with Our Aging

A Prayer about the Destruction of Death

A Prayer about the Destruction of Death

The last enemy to be destroyed is death. 1 Corinthians 15:27

Heavenly Father,

Death is indeed our enemy. 

You created humans to live forever, 

glorifying and enjoying you. 

When sin entered the world, 

death came right alongside it, 

and ever since, 

the devil has used the power of death 

to hold your people in bondage to fear (Hebrews 2:14-15).

But because of the resurrection of Jesus 

which we celebrated a few short weeks ago, 

death has lost its sting for followers of Christ (1 Corinthians 15:55). 

We of all people should be able to discuss death, 

to prepare to die well by planning for the end of our lives, 

knowing it is coming, 

and knowing it will be a sad day for our loved ones left behind 

even as it is a day of unspeakable joy for us. 

Help us, Lord, 

to face this formidable enemy with courage, 

preparing for it practically, 

leaving a legacy that guides our loved ones 

in their grief, 

because of the hope we have in Jesus.

In Jesus’ death-defeating name. Amen.

Read 1 Corinthians 15:12-58.

The Aroma of Heaven: Leaving a Legacy that Spreads the Fragrance of Christ

The Aroma of Heaven: Leaving a Legacy that Spreads the Fragrance of Christ

Dear Friends,

This month I’m thinking about the type of legacy I want to leave. As I do so, I think about the people in my life who have been an aroma of heaven to me. I’d love to hear from you: who are the people in your life who have left an aroma of heaven? You can leave a comment here.

My Grandmother

She smelled like Tollhouse cookies, Parker house rolls, and Lanvin dusting powder. That was my grandmother’s scent. But her aroma, the legacy she left me, was of a safe and secure place, a place of comfort and rest, a place of hospitality and feasting. It was the aroma of heaven.

Widowed in her early sixties, my grandmother continued teaching fifth grade after my grandfather’s death. When she retired, she became active in the Retired Teacher’s Association. She also served as the president of the Baptist Women’s Association. She cared for her mother, my great-grandmother Mama Mac, in her home until Mama Mac’s death at age ninety.

As a child, I never thought of my grandmother as a widow or as a working grandmother or as an association president or as a caregiver. To me she was just “Grandmom.” She baked tray after tray of Shake ’n Bake and served it up to her two hungry grandchildren with mounds of fresh corn and garden peas and dozens and dozens of her famous rolls. For dessert there were peach parfaits and chocolate cake, Tollhouse cookies and chess pie. She was Grandmom, who kept us for a month every summer and took us to church and Sunday school and VBS and the church library. She was Grandmom, who provided lined paper pads for me to practice my penmanship and all sorts of supplies to play my favorite game, school. She was Grandmom, who fed me, who taught me, who played with me, who created for me a home that smelled like heaven.

Later, when I became a Christian at age fifteen, I knew my grandmother as my kindred spirit, my ally, the one person in my family who read a Bible and went to church and prayed to God above and did “Christian” things. She was the one I could count on to be excited about my growing faith, the one who encouraged me by example, the one who lived as a fragrant offering to Christ.

Now that I am a grandmother, I wonder how my grandmother felt when her only son got divorced after eleven years of marriage. Now I wonder how she felt about her only two grandchildren growing up in a home where the only Bible sat collecting dust on a bookshelf.

My grandmother, grandfather, brother and me, circa 1966,

A Living Sacrifice

Though I don’t know how she felt, given my grandmother’s fierce determination, I can guess what she did. She lifted the incense of prayer to the heavens. She came home after a day of teaching fifth graders and prepared a feast for her grandchildren. She helped her mother wash up for the night and then, though she must have been exhausted herself, made sure her grandchildren got baths before bed. She said prayers over them before collapsing for the night. She became a living sacrifice, and in so doing, “spread the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere” (2 Corinthians 2:14). This was my grandmother’s legacy.

I don’t know about you, but this is the kind of legacy I want to leave. In a world in which the focus of leaving a legacy is often on making a name for ourselves, I want to throw off the stench of self-centeredness so that I can spread the fragrant aroma of heaven. How do we become people who leave a legacy that is less about our small stories and more about the One who wrote our stories into his Big Story? We do so by becoming sacrificial offerings, pleasing aromas to God (Ephesians 5:1-2). We do so by living out our unique giftedness and passions in ways that draw others to inhale the fragrance of Christ. We do so by repenting when we sin and by living lives characterized by seeking and granting forgiveness. We do so by exhaling the pure, fresh air of our righteousness in Christ.

Living Our Legacy

We do so by asking God for the power to live the legacy we wish to leave, as each of the following women do.

I know a woman who prays aloud every time she passes a car accident, asking God to heal the broken, comfort the traumatized, and help the rescue workers. Her family and friends learn from her example that prayer is the first, not last, resort in times of crisis.

I know a woman who, at ninety-years-old, still makes it to Bible study most weeks. With trembling hands she turns the tattered pages of her worn leather Bible, finding today’s passage. The women in her group long to love God’s Word as much as she does.

I know a woman who at eighty-two-years-old used to hobble her way through a downtown Atlanta park to attend the monthly service for the homeless held there by her church. When she died, one of the homeless women who had known her for years sent her family a song she had written and performed, honoring this woman’s compassion for the downtrodden.*

I know a woman who still says a four-letter word that starts with s (almost) every time she runs her head into a cabinet or has to come to an abrupt stop in traffic. She blames her cussing on her childhood and neural wiring and prays the word won’t slip out in front of her grandchildren. But when it does, she frankly tells them that Zizi is a sinner and has used her tongue for much worse purposes. She asks their forgiveness and urges them to pray for her to use her tongue wisely and well. She hopes, by God’s grace, that her grandchildren will remember that their grandmother was a sinner, but a forgiven sinner, and that their grandmother’s story will give them hope for their own struggle with sin.

Each of these women is leaving a legacy that spreads the aroma of heaven.

In his book on growing “deeper” into the love of Christ, Pastor Dane Ortlund urges us to “oxygenate” with the Bible, breathing in the steadying and steadfast good news of the gospel. He urges us to “exhale” in prayer, “[speaking] back to God your wonder, your worry, and your waiting.” He encourages us with this hope, “As you do, you will grow. You won’t feel it day to day. But you’ll come to the end of your life a radiant, solid man or woman. And you will have left in your wake the aroma of heaven. You will have blessed the world. Your life will have mattered.”[i]

At my grandmother’s funeral, I delivered the eulogy. I wanted to make sure that everyone knew that my grandmother’s life mattered, not because she won the Teacher of the Year award, not because she cooked delicious yeast rolls, and not even because she was a loving grandmother. My grandmother’s life mattered because she wore the fragrance of Christ, and she left behind the scent of good news. This is the legacy that makes life matter. This is the legacy I hope to leave. What about you?

Who in your life has left the aroma of heaven? How did they do so?

*This woman was my mother.

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Elizabeth Reynolds Turnage

Elizabeth Reynolds Turnage

Elizabeth is a life and legacy coach who offers gospel-centered wisdom and equipping to help you live, prepare, and share your life and legacy.

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A Prayer about Longing for a Better Place

A Prayer about Longing for a Better Place

How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord… Psalm 84:1

Heavenly Father, 

As we read the words of the pilgrim psalmist, 

who longed to be with you in your beautiful temple, 

to live with you forever in worship, 

may our longing for our heavenly home grow. 

We all long for the kind of place this “son of Korah” describes, 

a place where “birds find nooks and crannies” 

and “sparrows and swallows make their nests” 

because it is 

a safe place, 

a pleasant place, 

a peaceful place. 

Help us to remember that we are but 

“strangers” on this earth, 

scattered exiles (see Hebrews 11:13), 

that while we have work to do here and joys to experience, 

one day we will live with you forever, 

in your heavenly home. 

In that day 

our faces will shine “with your gracious anointing” (Ps. 84:9, The MSG). 

In that day, 

we will realize that 

“One day spent in your house, 

this beautiful place of worship, 

beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches” (Ps. 84:10, The MSG). 

In that day, 

we will see and sing with all your saints,

“All sunshine and sovereign is God, 

generous in gifts and glory” (Ps. 84:11, The MSG).

How we long for that day!

Amen.

Read Psalm 84; Hebrews 11:13.