Every day is Sunday in my house. My ninety-year-old father rises to find his Sunday clothes—dress shirt, nice pants, suit jacket, feet clothed with hospital skid-proof socks tucked into his dress shoes. Dad anticipates the opportunity to go to church. I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go into the house of the Lord.” ~Psalm 122:1 NKJV Dementia has messed with Dad’s daily perceptions but has not diminished his desire to spend time in the Lord’s house. … Continue reading →