Hands That Hang Down
Each Sunday, I look forward to being with the elderly at the assisted living. They only hold Sacrament Meeting once a week at this facility and one might think that only one day a week is a special day for those who live there. There is, however, a sweet spirit of love that automatically resides there and that makes every day a sacred day for them.
I go there hoping that I can serve someone in some way, but I can never give them more than they give back to me. Today, I sat next to Ruby who is in her nineties and uses a walker to get around. It would be easy for her to be irritated with her physical restrictions. She has, however, the attitude of an angel and gets around better than most. I am surprised that she still gets around as good as she does at her age. Her mind is bright and she always has something nice to say. I asked her how she was doing once and she quickly replied that if she were doing any better sheâ€™d be twins. She tells everyone that and then adds her sweet smile.
hand during the Meeting. Today, I heard a silent voice say, â€śWhen you lift up the hands that hang down you are serving Godâ€ť, and I felt grateful to be serving this wonderful woman. The moment was warm and tender, the Spirit was strong within my heart, and my tears began to appear.
I feel that it is my duty to be her son while her family is away, and I usually hold her
I fought back the tears for a moment not wanting to be embarrassed, but when I couldnâ€™t hold them back, I looked down and hid my face. After a few moments, I looked back up and she was smiling at me. She squeezed my hand and smiled with her soft eyes that made me feel calm. Gratefully, I realized that as I lifted her hand she was lifting my hand as well.
When serve others, often our service will become a blessing to us.