Midnight Musings.

As I sit in the dim light provided from the partially open doorway of my room in the nursing home, yes, I am still here for physical therapy for my neck, my mind wonders and wanders to thoughts of the possibly impossible. Although, The Bible tells us that all things are possible through Christ who gives us strength, so that must mean this is too.

I have been in the nursing home going on twelve days now, and I am deeply saddened when I look around at my home mates. I see sadness. I see loss. I see lost. That is to say, I don’t see it in all the residents, but in most, I do. I confided this to my bride earlier this evening that it breaks my heart! People who don’t know where they are. People who want to go home. People who want a certain loved one back who can’t come back. People who can’t fend for themselves. And yes, there are a few of us high functioning members of this group too. But we are few.

As we now enter a new Morning here in Minnesota, it’s 12:03a.m. as I type this, I wonder, could there be a way to teach compassion to those who could enter facilities such as this and be a visitor? A friend? A listening ear? Maybe spend times doing a favorite hobby of the person who is in the facility. I assure you, it’s not the fault of these facilities by any means, but there are many hurting and lonely people in this world. Is compassion training possible so more of the world can experience peace?

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