“You’re a dutiful wife,” one nursing home resident said, noting that I visited Darrell daily. Her comment increased my awareness of the other residents. I started encouraging and loving each resident, winking at some, and promising to take care of the nurses if any of them were mistreated. Their smiles and repeated stories comforted me, giving me the strength to be there for my husband.
One resident was in a coma, unable to respond to his family when they visited. I thought about the joy I felt when my husband recognized and talked with me. He returned my kisses and gazed into my eyes. I began to pray for the resident and his family.
I went to the nursing home after my husband’s death in December but was overwhelmed with grief because Darrell wasn’t there. However, with God’s help, I will start visiting the residents whose love sustained me as I reached out to love them.
I thank God for the opportunity to share Christ’s love with the residents. Not only did my marriage demonstrate to the world the relationship between Christ and the church, but God turned our tragedy into a nursing home mission experience.