Visit

The old man is sick with cancer. I visit him from time to time but he barely says a word. I sit in his living room on a straight chair, he in his recliner, his son nearby. The old man sometimes nods at me, or he might drift off to sleep. I mostly talk with his son. The old man may know I’m there, or he may not. Now I have a Christmas card from his son with a note, “Dad loves it when you visit!” Maybe, but no matter. It’s a gift and I am grateful for it.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh