Abby and I have been wandering the grounds of this beautiful place every day, meeting our neighbors and establishing acquaintanceship with the staff who serve here. We are the rookies, with just six nights of living here, so we are learning from those who have experienced this lifestyle for months or years. Our willingness to learn from them opens doors to conversations that are as delightful as they are unexpected.
We were a little later than usual today in going about our rounds, as we are sill sorting out the best places in this tiny abode to tuck the necessities of daily living. We are still a bit weary from the process of leaving West Virginia, so we are not moving very fast, but we discovered that we are moving at exactly the right pace.
When we entered one of the public spaces, usually alive with ringing phones and chattering residents and staff, we found one person there. Beginning a casual conversation, we discovered that here was a person with deep sorrows and a need to share concerns. For more than half an hour, we listened, extending the comfort of our presence and understanding. What a privilege to arrive at that quiet time, when there were no interruptions. Surely we experienced the brush of angels’ wings as we joined hands in prayer and asked God’s best in the situations that affect the family.
And we walked away with the knowledge that, for this day and in this place, we could bring the touch of grace that was needed by a person in pain. If this were the only reason that we came here, it would be enough.