Today, a fellow female church member who has sort of become my adopted mother took me to breakfast and to visit an older member of our church who is in a nursing home. At first I was not excited about
the idea of visiting "shut ins" or members of the church who are no longer mobile enough to attend. Yesterday my counseling session with the Pastor went well, and I was given homework. So when I woke this morning with a purpose, a reason to get ready and as the boys say "put on my Mary Kay face" I tried to keep the depression at bay and work up some enthusiam for this visit.
What I ended up with was not even close to enthusiam or excitement. The whole way there I felt low, as though anyone but me would be more appropriate to visit people with mobility issues. What can I say to these women? Do they really want a visit from a 30-year-old disabled woman?
The visit opened my eyes to the fact that we share much more than I expected. We share recipes, values, appreciation, and blessings. I cook from scratch, as did they. I bake, so did she. I can for my family, and she has much to share with that. I need help with living at times, and so does she. I feel left alone everyday as the world moves on around me, and she does as well. It led me to remember that I am blessed with many talents, one of which may be that I share more in common with the elderly women of the world than the ones my own age!
In all seriousness, I do feel blessed in many more ways than I felt before I visited the nursing home. I still have my family everyday, my home, my pets, and most of my abilities to do the things I enjoy. She showed me that the prayer shawls I make will be loved and used, simply for the effort, love and prayers put into them, not for being top fashion and perfection on earth. She showed me that although I feel unworthy and useless, to many on this earth I am appreciated, loved, and blessed for my abilities, not a job that I am paid for.
I hope you all have low pain levels and find small blessings this week.