Our second Sunday in Florida is one that I will never forget. And I don't think our kids will either.
Jacob's brother thought it would be nice to do some kind of service on Sunday, while we in
St. Petersburg together, and so he found a nursing home that he thought might want to listen
to us sing Christmas carols. And he was right. They did enjoy it. But because he purposely
chose a place that did not have great reviews online (I will always be grateful he did), it was
honestly pretty tough. The residents had some severe physical and mental handicaps and it
was hard on the kids to see that. It was even tough on me at times. But we prepared
them the best we could and off we went.
I am positive I will never, ever forget standing near their little Christmas tree in the cafeteria,
singing songs about our Savior. I looked each of those wonderful people in the eye and
for several moments, I saw them as people that were literally no different than I am.
No different than our children are. They were good people that had some hard things
happen to them. But just like us, they were children of God. And the birth of His Son
was for them, as much as it was for me or for any of us.
I was so very thankful for that reminder. Especially at Christmas.
Our sweet kids as we were leaving for the nursing home.
And the beach sunset when we returned home.
We witnessed a lot of beauty that day.
(Okay, after all of the mushiness, I have to share. After we sang to the residents,
we walked around to each person to say hello and wish them a Merry Christmas.
We definitely had some sweet, as well as some interesting reactions, but my favorite was
one man who I approached and wished a Merry Christmas. He just stared at me, so I smiled
and said, "Thank you for letting us come and sing to you." He replied, "I didn't ask you to
come. I don't even know why you are here." Fair enough, sir. Oh man, he made my day.)
To be continued.....