Golden Gals

I visited the nursing home,  in which I minister to every Sunday. I was not there to minister this time I actually on my job,  I arrived late, hoping to go in and come out because I had a long day and my work hours ended already at 5 pm and it was 6 pm.  The lady that I was looking for did not remember our last conversation but she remember my presence, she replied, "you are always so kind when I see you."   

And then she explained she left the dinning room area because of the restless leg was bothering her. I walk with her as she wheeled herself slowly back to her room, in such discomfort. We talked and she was sad because I had no options to repatriate her back into the community.  She said it is said because she paid for her son's wedding and his wife refuses to visit or even care about her interest. She was moving very slowly and struggled to get back to bed. I was wondering to myself now if I was not there would she had fallen? She literally demonstrated a very unsafe transfer from the wheelchair to the bed. I thought about my fear of the aging process.  She struck my heart with her arrow, I became perplexed. 

As I was leaving one of my regular gals who cried her soul out Sunday and shared her concerns for her two sons , whom she had not seen in over 5 years. She looked at me and said I am doing what you said and "it will be nice to see them on Mother's Day." I said keep praying and she replied, " I am", as she looked at me with eyes of hope.

 I walked out as fast as I could trying to hold back my tears.