She holds my hand and pats my arm. If I were to close my eyes, I could almost believe the old hand now caressing my arm, belongs to my own mother. Although a part of me aches, and tears threaten to sting my eyes, I smile at this gift of healing that God has brought into my life through Gail. What was it she said at lunch yesterday? "Thank you, Lord, for all you've blessed us with." Just like Mom... And today when the nurse came in to rub Ben Gay on her knee she quipped, "I'm getting to be an old lady." Just in case this blond hair should render me a little slow in my thinking, He's blessed me several times. It's not my mother sending me messages from beyond, but the Father who loves me, sending me gifts and reminding me of my mother's love, and I'm pretty sure she's smiling along with Him.
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You made me teary yet again. It sounds like you are a blessing to your new friend, and she to you. God puts us right where He wants us....and to think we doubt His decisions for us...
ReplyDeleteSorry, Rachie, but then again, maybe I'm not so sorry after all. Tears are a healing balm.
DeleteI love you. Find that place to volunteer, or apply to be a Companion Caregiver once a week.
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I'm planning on turning in my application for Mercy care at church on Sunday. Thanks for the encouragement. <3
DeleteYou're welcome. You will be blessed.
DeleteSounds like you're getting along very well with your new lady!
ReplyDeleteWe're doing a little better every day. I'm learning about her and finding myself getting attached.
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That sounds so nice.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is nice.
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How precious are the hands of those who serve with a loving heart....:Martha, you have loving hands and a big, big heart. I want you to take care of me when I can't take care of myself. Love and Hugs
ReplyDeleteAw, I would be honored.
DeleteI love you so much.
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