Wednesday, June 16, 2010
aging
Grace came yesterday through an pastoral duty I was dreading. Sometimes I find it difficult to work up the gumption to visit those who can be hard to visit. The person to be visited is in the hospital, doesn't talk much, and has dementia. I often feel helpless, a little comfortable, and wonder what to say. Grace came as the patient lit up when I came to the bed side. The patient took my hand. We held hands for a long time, although we shared a few words, nothing needed to be said. A grace-filled moment.
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