Bev and Joan aka "Elephant and Piggy" Do you ever have those days, like me, when you wonder if what you’re working at really matters?
Sometimes I find myself drifting into the weeds, making it difficult to see the path. And in those times of self-doubt, I wonder if what I’m doing is still connecting with families and is helpful and encouraging.
Well, I was recently knocked out by a story that my friend from Lakeside, Bev, shared with me. And she’s happily given me permission to share that story with you, my friends. I hope this will inspire you as much as it does me every time I think of it. I’ll just say though, before we go any further, you may want to have a tissue or two handy. You’ve been warned!
Bev’s story arrived in the form of a letter that came at a time when I was drifting a bit into those weed and trying to find my way back to the path.
Bev had recently lost her partner, Joan, to illness. She begins with, “I want to share a story with you
about Joan.” She goes on to say that Joan remained home during her illness with the help of family and Hospice. They had her comfortably set up in the dining room needing the extra space for the equipment needed for her care.
This was a good location because it had two large windows on one wall and was a central part of the
house. Bev says, “Joan was actually mostly content. She enjoyed eating sweets… a lot! And she enjoyed being in the sunlight.”
They would often move Joan’s wheelchair to sit outside in the afternoon sun and to hear the birds sing.
Many times, she stayed there until she heard the crickets.
Sometimes I find myself drifting into the weeds, making it difficult to see the path. And in those times of self-doubt, I wonder if what I’m doing is still connecting with families and is helpful and encouraging.
Well, I was recently knocked out by a story that my friend from Lakeside, Bev, shared with me. And she’s happily given me permission to share that story with you, my friends. I hope this will inspire you as much as it does me every time I think of it. I’ll just say though, before we go any further, you may want to have a tissue or two handy. You’ve been warned!
Bev’s story arrived in the form of a letter that came at a time when I was drifting a bit into those weed and trying to find my way back to the path.
Bev had recently lost her partner, Joan, to illness. She begins with, “I want to share a story with you
about Joan.” She goes on to say that Joan remained home during her illness with the help of family and Hospice. They had her comfortably set up in the dining room needing the extra space for the equipment needed for her care.
This was a good location because it had two large windows on one wall and was a central part of the
house. Bev says, “Joan was actually mostly content. She enjoyed eating sweets… a lot! And she enjoyed being in the sunlight.”
They would often move Joan’s wheelchair to sit outside in the afternoon sun and to hear the birds sing.
Many times, she stayed there until she heard the crickets.
Joan Price Bev goes on to say, and these are her words, “Then there came a time when it was simply too uncomfortable for her to be in her chair. I noticed one day where the sun came in those back windows during the afternoon. I took note of the sun's path and the next afternoon, pulled and pushed her bed until I was sure the sun would hit her face as it went down. Then I got the wild idea to grab my phone and find your rendition of ‘Here Comes the Sun’ from my playlist. I started the music, and the sun began to creep forward, and as it hit her face, she started singing. Make no mistake, Joan was not the type to break out in song. However, she was on a bit of morphine and the moment was ELECTRIC! She was singing at the top of her voice and saying to me ‘SING!’ So, we sang until the sun passed and she was spent. We did this often during those last days of her life. It was a time of peace for her and me. I'll never forget it and wanted to share this memory with you." Oh my... isn't that powerful? I'm touched by it all over again. But also, wow! What a blessing to hear and know that what you’re offering is being received in ways like that! And what a gift from Bev sharing this memory with me... with us.
I hope you’re as encouraged as I am by this. Let's keep doing the little things, keep showing up with our gift, whatever it is, and release it into the world. I believe we can trust the Creator of every good a perfect gift (James 1:17) and as we hold them loosely and release them freely watch become so much more than you could ever imagine, ask, or think (Eph. 3:20).
Let's lean into this Great Mystery, this Super Power of Love that holds us and knits us together in the most unexpected and remarkable ways. Let your brightness shine because you and I were Designed to Shine and we all carry something powerful inside that the world needs today. Let’s get out there and keep using these Super Powers!
I hope you’re as encouraged as I am by this. Let's keep doing the little things, keep showing up with our gift, whatever it is, and release it into the world. I believe we can trust the Creator of every good a perfect gift (James 1:17) and as we hold them loosely and release them freely watch become so much more than you could ever imagine, ask, or think (Eph. 3:20).
Let's lean into this Great Mystery, this Super Power of Love that holds us and knits us together in the most unexpected and remarkable ways. Let your brightness shine because you and I were Designed to Shine and we all carry something powerful inside that the world needs today. Let’s get out there and keep using these Super Powers!
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