Mildred’s eyes lit up when I approached her table at the dining room and I patted her hand.
“It’s so good to see you,” I said. Mildred had just transferred from an assisted-living facility to the nursing home. Now she wore an oxygen tube blowing air into her nose with a tank hooked to her wheelchair.
She gave me her familiar broad smile. “It’s good to see you, too. You’ll have to remind me of your name.”
I had lead a devotional class at her assisted-living home for several years and Mildred never missed.
“I look forward to this every week,” she’d told me more than once. She always made good comments, recalling stories from her youth and sermons from her pastor.
I hadn’t been to her facility in several months and she had re-entered my life at the nursing home where I visited.
“Remember me from the Cedars?” I asked. “I used to see you every week there.”
“Oh?” Her eyes searched my face and I could see her mind trying to make connections. “My memory isn’t as good as it used to be.”
But her smile was still good.
Whenever I see Mildred, I always touch her hand. “It’s so good to see you,” I tell her.
And she always responds, “It’s so good to see you, too. You’ll have to remind me of your name.”
And I always do.
It’s called – connecting, essential if we want to continue in His footsteps. Otherwise, we will never know what is happening in the lives of those we meet along His way. Were they important to us? We will never if we don’t initiate the conversation. Took me a long, long time to understand how important it is. Have a great day and a greater day, tomorrow. Sherwood
Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2015 12:24:48 +0000 To: sherwood8028@hotmail.com
Thanks for connecting here, too. Insightful comments. We get to initiate conversations that make a difference for someone. Thanks.