You brought food. You cut our grass. You shaved Ron because he couldn’t do it himself (and because I only do legs.) You covered for me at work.
You left sweet messages on the phone. “Don’t worry about calling back. Just wanted to tell you that we love you.” You sent cards with encouraging Bible verses. You helped me lift and turn Ron so that he would be a bit more comfortable.
You picked up perscriptions, and shopped for essentials. You brought flowers to cheer us. You delivered all kinds of medical equipment to make Ron’s last days more bearable.
You brought your guitars and sang us songs of joy and comfort.
You lowered the flag in our yard to half-mast.
You visited and shared funny stories. You encouraged us. You prayed with us and for us.
“What is that you have in your hand, ” asks God?
And you answered him with your talents of giving, baking, writing , thoughtness, encouragement and more.
You gave us time. The things you did let me spend every minute with Ron. I didn’t have to cook or think about house upkeep or shopping trips. You were Jesus with skin. You didn’t just talk the talk, you walked the walk.
You cared about us more than you cared about yourself. You took the gift God gave you and you gave it to us.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways? For us, they are beyond measure.
Brenda J Wood