five minutes with Flora
today I visited Flora again. This was the third visit. She actually looked better than she did last week, but wasn't much more responsive. She didn't say much to me, but she smiled a lot and said it would be okay if I read to her from my Bible. I figured that since I didn't have much to say to her, I'd just read a psalm. I picked psalm 81. For no particular reason, that's just what psalm I got when I opened up my Bible. I feel sorry for Flora and I wish that she would either get better or die because laying in a nursing home is no way to finish out life. So anyways, I held her hand and prayed for her. While I was praying I began to say the phrase, "these last days...." oops. I stopped half way into the word "last." So I stuttered a little in my prayer no big deal, she probably didn't notice. I think she was just glad to see a young smiling kid, willing to hold her hand and be with her even if it was only about 5 min. Before I left, I promised her that I would be back next week to read her some more Bible. One of the nurses called it, "giving her inspiration." Inspiration for what? That's what I wanted to ask her. Maybe it never occured to the nurse that Flora would read it herself if she could pick herself out of bed. I am not giving inspiration, I am giving Flora a chance to stay connected with the written word. Whatever that does for her is between her and God I suppose.