When I home schooled my daughter and nephew one year, we visited the nursing home for our Bible devotions once a week. The facility graciously allowed me to have Bible devotions in a room set aside for that purpose. We would encourage the residents to come and participate. I remember, entering a room to invite a woman who was still in bed. She politely refused and as I turned to walk away, I noticed a beautiful flower on her bed table. I bent down and inhaled the sweet fragrance of that flower. The woman said something to me, but I did not discern what she said. I wished her a pleasant day and went on to the Bible study. All went well and I was quite pleased with myself. When, I climbed into my van, I caught a slight glimpse of my face in the rearview mirror. I did a double take. Unaware of my fate, I had a yellow substance all over my nose and cheeks! I began to chuckle at myself! Those dear ones whom I just had devotions with had not breathed a word about it! I looked up and smiled and said, “ Lord, thank you for your sense of humor! You know how to put me in my place!”
Dear Patricia, that story was funny. I am going to read all your writings. I have a dear son that has Schizophrenia... since his late teens. He is 40 now. I keep journals of all my visits to him at the facilities, and comfort myself with poems to him, and about him. Because of his illness I have become so very close to the Lord Jesus.
I post some of my writings for him on my site. Thank you for sharing.