Maintaining Elevation

No, I'm not taking flying lessons in a cast, but I have tried to keep my foot up today as I sat in the recliner. I've done a little computer work and previewed some DVDs for church. Other than that, it's mostly been just kicking back, reading a little and watching the tube (aka television for those who are of the "high def" only generation) while Virginia takes care of me. :-)

There are several blogs I look at pretty often. This is the text of Mike Cope's blog today; I thought it was too good not to share. Click here to see the post and comments.

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.

I think I do too. This post attracted my attention because it's so cool, but mostly because Virginia has always said this is the kind of person she hopes to be when she's "old and infirm." If Mike's right, I'm pretty sure VJ is well on her way.