I just can’t help but blog about my day today. I think it’s funny that, right after the Lord convicts me of my unpleasant attitude about my place of employment, I have such a wonderful day at work with my residents. Now, I should say that when you take a position in a nursing home, they tell you that you should NOT form emotional attachments with the residents. I realize that most people don’t share the same propensity and passion for our adorable elders, but I find this not only offensive, but also distinctively impossible to abide by. (However my hateful coworkers don’t seem to have a problem. 🙂
One of my favorite residents, Francis, will carry on a conversation about absolutely nothing… for hours. She never makes eye contact, and rarely says anything that makes sense. She is delightful. This morning, after getting Francis up and dressed for the day, she was sitting in her wheelchair in the hall, very quiet, with her head down, and looking somewhat downcast. I knelt down in front of her and put my elbows on her knees and my hands around her waist, and I said “Francis? …I love you.” She raised her head and looked me straight in the eye. Her eyes filled with tears, she touched my face, and she said very slowly “I love you too.”
I lost it.
Right there in the hall at 5:45 in the morning, Francis and I had a little cry-fest. It didn’t matter what else happened for the rest of the day, Francis made my day. Before the sun even rose.
I wonder, did Frances achieve her hopes and dreams? Was her husband kind? Does she know the Lord? Did she live a full and happy life? Does her mind still give her access to any memories? Why doesn’t her family ever come to visit? Even though she’s happily confused, does she realize that no one ever comes to see her in the nursing home?
I hope that I can make a difference in her here and now.
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