Girls loaded into van. All doors securely closed. Arriving at the nursing home and raring to go, we girls piled out of the van, hymnals in hand. Walking inside, we met 2 precious women at the dining table. “May we sing for you?”
One eagerly smiled. The other voiced, “I have a headache. No.”
Room after room, we were refused. In frustration and a tad bit of humiliation, we nabbed the only male technician in sight. Though he didn’t seem impressed by our vocal skills, he reluctantly sang alongside us through restrained laughter.
What to do? Give it one more try.
One more try led us to Lilly and Gene. We sang together. Their eyes glowed with the Holy Spirit. They begged for more.
When it was time to leave, Lilly pulled our leader aside to say because of her husband’s declining health, certainly this was the last time she would share worship with him this side of heaven. “Thank you. I felt so loved,” she shared. “This was no mere accident. You were here by God’s appointment.”
Shelli Littleton lives in Royse City, Texas, and blogs at ShelliLittleton.blogspot.com.