Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, [and] to keep oneself unspotted from the world.
It is Monday evening, our night at the nursing home. I often find myself tired by evening, almost wishing to stay home. The house would be quiet and empty for a couple of hours. How nice that would be... But, nicer still is to hold a worn hand, to kiss a wrinkled cheek, to hug a lonely soul. I said hello to Lois tonight and watched her face light up at the mention of her name. I try so hard to remember names; Eleanor, Marie, Carol... Those are my new names to remember.
Some evenings the living room is almost empty. Tonight it was full, two dozen residents and our little group of eight. We were blessed to have Mom come along tonight. John and Mary have been asking about her for quite some time. She got the nicest hug from John who is in his early nineties. I am humbled to know how very much my parents meant to the people they loved and ministered to for so very many years. How will we ever fill their shoes?