“We’re going to visit Ethal “ I told the boys one morning. She had just been transferred from the hospital to a nursing home. Ethal was an elderly neighbor and we had a two fold purpose in going to see her. First of all she loved company and I wanted to get out of the house on that March day. So I packed up the boys and my little girlie and off we drove to Blackduck.
On the way I realized that this was the first time that I would have all three little ones to tow around by myself. Hmm . . . how would this go?
We found Ethal grateful for our efforts to brighten her day. Soon we were ready to say good-bye and after little hugs and chocolate cookies for the boys, we took our little procession down the hall in search of another lady we knew. Japheth’s cookie promptly went into his mouth, but Jeremiah having recently been awakened from sleep clung to his.
On the way a white haired lady by the name of Alice intercepted us by holding out her hand and saying over and over God bless you. Japheth gladly shook her hand and Jeremiah followed suit. As we traipsed around the nursing home looking for Opal (as she wasn’t in her room), Alice followed us and got several more handshakes out of the boys. Two sets of big blue eyes and soft chubby little hands brought Alice a bit of love and cheer that day.
My heart overflowed with joy to watch my sons let Jesus use their hands and give comfort to the feeble. Truly “ A wise son maketh a glad father (and Mother any day!), but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.”
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