My grandma, Dad’s mom, lives outside of Omaha, and we love to do music at her care home. Although Gram is in the final stages of Alzheimer’s, and doesn’t recognize us anymore, she loves music, but this time, she was so tired, I think she slept through most of it, even being right on the front row!
We had a 1:30 appointment to do music there, so we arrived a bit before that and unloaded and set up. My heart is so full of joy as I listen to my brothers and sisters sharing with the elderly. Â If you could only catch a glimpse of what we see: the sparkle in the eye, the wrinkled, care-worn face breaking into a smile, the arthritic foot tapping along, the words being whispered as one remembers a song from years gone by, and then afterwards, the enthusiastic “thank yous” given along with a hug or squeezing of our hands. Twice on this trip, when we have ministered at a home, my heart has beenÂ overwhelmed realizing how blessed I am to be able to walk, to run, to move freely without being in pain. For some people, they would give anything to be in good health. Yet, how often I can take that for granted or complain about some no nothing. We have so much to be grateful for, and I’m reminded of that.
“The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow:
but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down” (Psalms 146:9).