I’ve been thinking this week about my time working in the nursing home and what it taught me about life and love.
There was a woman in the memory care unit with Alzheimer’s. She and her husband had been missionaries overseas for a good portion of their marriage. She had written three books, and her husband lent me these books. They were faith-filled pages of a life that had experienced much of God’s love.
By the time I met her, all those words had been erased from her mind. All the memories were gone. All the of the ability to communicate had long disappeared too. She sat most of the day in the dining room, looking lost.
But her eyes still shone. They shone with kindness and peace, even in the midst of the most confusing and disorienting time of her life.
Everyday, her husband came and took her for long walks. Everyday, he took her back to her room and removed her shoes. Then he would gently massage her ankles and feet, before reading her a book and tucking her into her bed for a rest.
There was a love there, that bore all things. This was no easy road, for the husband or wife. There was a heavy weight for both the bear.
But everyday, they chose to walk in the way of love.
Joining in with the community of #givemegrace this week.