I went to visit Mary in the rest home this week. Even though I had known her for years, she no longer knows who I am. She eats vert little. Mary is not capable of a whole lot physically. Every third or forth question she managed to answer "yes" and that was about it, as she stared at me with a familiar smile and broad eyes. As I rehearsed the story of her life she would affirm "yes" she remembered she was a teacher, "yes" she came from Michigan. And then when I told Mary I was going to leave she rallied her strength to form the only complete sentence I heard from her: “thank you for stopping by to see me.” Overflowing with Thanksgiving is a way of life.
Winter is coming, but spring is around the corner.
A major part of the Christian faith is to be a stubborn optimist. To see the days of bounty and goodness. To know that the Lord is good and regardless of present circumstances that the Lord will restore, the Lord will lift up, better days are coming.
If you can answer this question definitively, you get a gold star…
Why do guys hide aches and pains, rather than go to the doctor? Here are some responses I got from that question on Facebook: “It’s a man thing.” The time it takes “only to find out that there is most likely nothing wrong with them that a good nights sleep won’t cure.” “Big wussy babies." “Pride. And a fear of needles.” “Denial, worried it could be something he’d rather not know about. ”