Well, it’s nice to be back to the normal scheme of things around here. Although it’s sad,
because in just over two weeks we head back home. What weird thought.
I wanted to share with you all a little bit more about Claorpha, my darling friend at the nursing
home.
I got the oppertunity to actually sit and talk with her on Tuesday I believe it was. I told her
about the stomach problems I had had in Las Cucaritas, and how I was better from them. She was
praising God right along with me and it was really neat. I also made myself a little bit more
vulnerable and shared how sometimes I get really scared during the night, and for no reason. I
told her I pray about it when it happens, and she started tellin me “You need to pray HARD when
that happens, and rebuke it!” And I told her “I know, I do. I know it is not of God, and it is
of the devil, and I say it.” It was really nice to open up to someone like that, and have them
be so fired up for me. Then, my vulnerability paid off. I asked her a question, I asked her “if
you could have one thing, what would it be?” She didnt really understand the question, then I
offered up some examples: “like a house or a dog or something” And then that’s when she broke.
She started to tell me about how she DOES have a house. Apparently she was living in her house,
happy and fine, and then some people moved in with her. (She wasn’t clear on who they were thru
the tears) Shortly after moving in with her, they took her to the Nursing Home and left her
there. She still owned the house, and I believe is capable of living on her own. She doesn’t
have any medical conditions, and is there mentally also. It broke my heart.
It just doesn’t make sense to me. Quite a few of the elderly at my nursing home are fine. Healthy.
Normal. Why are they there?
Twice a week I spend my time there with them. It’s not enough. They have no sorce of
entertainment, no fun. They are in their last days, and being bored to death. I almost mean that
literally.
I am sorry that there is no “happy ending” to this blog, or no resolve. But that’s just how
it is sometimes.
My heart breaks every time I enter that place, in the best way possible. I don’t know how I’m
going to leave them in May.
Please keep all these things in your prayers. I miss you all!
