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I've Got Some Work to Do Too...

So this is copied from http://preachermike.com/ - one of my former preachers from Abilene...
A couple weeks ago I visited with a woman from our church whose memory is fading. We sat in her living room, and she mostly listened to the conversation around her.
But four times — four! — in half an hour, she looked at me and told me how much she loved me. It was clear that she’d forgotten that she had just told me that a few minutes before. But, strangely enough, it didn’t matter. Each time it meant something special.
Here’s my question: How do you become a person who, even with a fog descending on the brain, speaks words of love and affirmation? How do you get to the point where those are the words that come out by default.
I know this: Before all this happened, that’s the kind of person she was. I never knew her to scold, frown, or discourage. For the seventeen years I’ve known her she has been a source of refreshment to all around her.
I think I have some work to do.
To add to this, I still remember going to my roomies' grandfather's house at the beginning of his Alzheimer's... He was starting to get confused, and you could see hesitancy on his face and shyness. But like the woman mentioned earlier, he was returned fully to himself - praying before dinner as he had for so many family dinners. So that when all else fails, your faith is your constant. I have carried this memory with me, and remembered it fondly when he passed away last year, and thank you K and K for sharing just that little glimpse of your wonderful grandpa with me... Amazing what one night can do to make you rethink how you are as a person.
So with this in mind - I apologize in advance for the sarcastic, blunt, semi-negative person I'm afraid I would become... I'm trying to work on it... As my mom said to me today - and we all know I'm exactly the same! - my eyes, mind, and mouth are connected - I see it/think it, and it comes out... Thanks to all you who love me regardless.
I'm reminded of the simple song from so many Mexico mission trips ago (a Psalm I believe)...
"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable unto you, O my God"
And since I'm not allowed to post without a Meghan pic... ignore the goof behind her... Posted by Greg and Bobbie at 9:50 PM 
Wow, Bobbi - thanks for the great reminder of how we all should live our lives and for the awesome memory of Holbert (Kent's dad). He was truly a "gentle-man" of unwavering faith. I'm afraid I have a long way to go to be like the woman you described...Merri Lynn

May 12, 2008 at 8:31 PM 
Thanks for the memories, Bob!

May 14, 2008 at 12:28 PM 
This was such a sweet post, Bobbie - it made me a little teary. Thank you for sharing this memory of granddad; he really was that kind of a man.


May 14, 2008 at 8:33 PM