Visitors

After a Sunday service I went to visit a man who lives with five other men in an assisted living home. Some of them have family and friends and Sunday is visiting day. I brought my friend the Sunday paper, a magazine and a few personal items. He thanked me. We sat in his room and talked.

There was a quiet knock at his door, a woman with a plate of cookies. “I heard your daughter and grandson are coming this afternoon. I made you some cookies.” She put the plate on the dresser. My friend thanked her and she left.

I asked my friend about her. “I don’t really know. I never see her save for Sunday. She just comes by when any of us is expecting someone to visit. She leaves something she’s baked and we are so grateful because if she didn’t, I doubt any of us would have anything at all to share when company comes.”

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh