Emily

A few days ago I had a time of loving prayer. We were talking about what it will mean for me to re-invent myself. I asked Him what He had for me? I was then in a flash of time, reminded of an event that happened many many years ago.
It was the day before the death of an amazing woman of God.
It was in 1995 I think that I was at the top of my steps and I heard God say "Go visit Jean now!"... I took another step and heard "NOW!" and so I did.
When I arrived a loving woman who's home fostered several adults, gave me a peace rose, and then placed another on the table in a glass before us.
Jean then , sitting in her wheal chair smiled at me and asked me to read the scriptures to her. I cracked open the Word and began to just read...It was the passage about passing...How the moisture escapes and if by reason of strength four score. ...She quoted a chapter to me and then just went away within. Never to speak to me again...
Now Jean was the first woman who ever offered me tenderness. When I married Mr Uncommon I tried to take care of Jean in her home. I was not able to lift her. She had so many times she wept when I cleaned her toenails out. She just could not understand how I could do such a gross thing for her. The Elderly suffer with simply fixes. When toenails are left untended they rise with the soil underneath and become long, hard and painful. It was only what was right to do. She would hold my head on her chest and just pat my back so lovingly. I was in my early 20's. then.
Well back to that day. After Jean "left" to the inner chambers of her spirit.

At that visit I was involved in a lengthly discussion with a man who had had a stroke. It was such a joy and I was naive and in my youth and joy. I told his wife of our talk where upon she raged in my face. It was a hard lesson learned.
It was what that man said to me that flashed in vision before my face. You see that he did not want to be there for his wife or anyone else. I was the only person he spoke to. I did not learn this until too late.

He said..."Who will come when you leave?"

I remembered the event and the wonder of Grandma passing that night knowing she was going home to her Lord. She called her Sons and told them to come and not to call the Paramedics that she was going home. She did just as the passage she had quoted the day before.

I dozed back off to sleep...

I dreamed of visiting a nursing home and placing my hand on the cheek of a face with oxygen on her nose. Then I awoke.
I told the Lord Here I am...
I called a woman in missions at church and told her.
She gave me the number of a daughter of a 102 year old woman who she knew would love a visitor.
I called the daughter telling her of this.
I attend a visit to dear 102 year old, Emilie. She was the very woman in my dream even down to the oxygen on her nose.
I read the scriptures to her and It was Timothy.
I read psalm 91 and she told me how that is the passage of the missionary. I departed and kissed her cheek and touched the side of her face just like I dreamed it. She welcomed me back to visit any time.

That Psalm was a gift to me the night before I had a woman come and share the Gospel with me over 26 years ago. It struck me what she said about it being the psalm of a missionary It seems a pearl to embrace.

She was cold and her legs were below her in a most uncomfortable way. I spoke to the woman at Church on Sunday. My MIL made a light shawl for her. As I see what is before me as I walk into what I am to do.

It is the widow and the orphan who cry alone.

The worse thing I have ever known in my life is that utter aloneness.
It is a prison of isolation that deprives one of the truth of their existence.
This is a prison that we can set free those who have need for a simple reminder that they do exist. That their existence does matter.
Their breath is not a void but a gift.
My heart reaches out to the widow, widower and orphan.. I was reminded of Grandma Jean's last visit.

Today
I picked the children up from school and took them to the nursing home. I introduced them to service. I told them about the orphan and the widow. I told them about the prison of the nursing home. How many wait hoping that someone will come. I explained that they are lonely and so...
Dash pipes up...
"Mom we will just say "Hello" to them"...
I was overjoyed! Yes! "you got it!"... I said. ..."That is perfectly right"
We took a shawl and a quilt for her. The woman at the Church must of called because she had a blanket on her shoulders and a quilt on her lap.
The children came and Dove was timid and Dash bold as you please.
We sat on her bed. She was having a breathing treatment.
Dash said..."Hay I have asthma too! I do those".
It was nice to see the comfort level.
I read John 15 at her request. The children were enlightened at the hard phrases of the King James reference, as I explained it to them.
Then we sat just a few moments. Well... then, we left.
It was a half hour visits and she invited us back.
I did not want to tire her out too much. The children were good. The exit was met outside with a ...
"Ya! now we can use our outside voice!"
We listened to Irish music and sang all the way home. Dove grabbed my hair with her toes and I caught her foot as she screeched with glee. she said.."that makes my heart go fast". I repeated it over and over as she just squealed with excitement. It was a fun ride home.