When I try to imagine what it would be like to be stuck inside a body that won't cooperate or is in constant pain... or with a mind that won't remember anymore (not like I've been complaining about lately but real loss)... or the rest of my years in a small little room with no windows, even if the staff is loving and things are clean... I cry. When I think to take the time to bless these people who live just up the hill from me... I feel frustrated that we don't do it more often.
Being as this is the season when we are more apt to look for these opportunities, I love it that much more. Being as I am a selfish human being... I'm embarrassed that it takes this feel good season for me to remember what shouldn't be forgotten.
Our Keepers at Home group made and delivered gingerbread houses to make the tables festive. We were able to visit several of the residents. Some were delighted. Some weren't very responsive. The girls were unsure but willing to grow.
We've purposed to come back with valentines for every resident in February. I pray I'm never a forgotten one. And I pray that I will be better about remembering...