Kylee and I went to visit Great-grandpa who has now been moved to a new facility in order for him to get the care that he needs. I explained to Kylee before we went in to see him that he may not remember us. When she asked me why, I did my best to explain it to her. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her pour her love over him. Several times he called her by a different name and as she held his hand and looked into his eyes she would tell him again who she was. She told him stories. They sang together. She recited some of her memory verses. She giggled at his stories, answered his questions...even when they didn't make a bit of sense. All the while her tiny little hand clasped tightly to his massive one.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Jesus Loves Me
There are just some moments in life that are so incredibly precious. Moments that boast of God's love and goodness. Today we experienced one of those moments.
Kylee and I went to visit Great-grandpa who has now been moved to a new facility in order for him to get the care that he needs. I explained to Kylee before we went in to see him that he may not remember us. When she asked me why, I did my best to explain it to her. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her pour her love over him. Several times he called her by a different name and as she held his hand and looked into his eyes she would tell him again who she was. She told him stories. They sang together. She recited some of her memory verses. She giggled at his stories, answered his questions...even when they didn't make a bit of sense. All the while her tiny little hand clasped tightly to his massive one.
Kylee and I went to visit Great-grandpa who has now been moved to a new facility in order for him to get the care that he needs. I explained to Kylee before we went in to see him that he may not remember us. When she asked me why, I did my best to explain it to her. My heart swelled with pride as I watched her pour her love over him. Several times he called her by a different name and as she held his hand and looked into his eyes she would tell him again who she was. She told him stories. They sang together. She recited some of her memory verses. She giggled at his stories, answered his questions...even when they didn't make a bit of sense. All the while her tiny little hand clasped tightly to his massive one.
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