Giving and Receiving Hope in Times of Despair

​My Client
by Christine Galbraith
 
There she was, sitting in her wheelchair. Disabled and alone. Resigned to the fate that has befallen her. Vitality drained from her eyes, a face that had forgotten how to smile. No longer interested in life around her. Her prison, this one room with only memories to keep her company.

I knocked gently at her door and called out her name. She was frail. No longer interested in eating or sustaining her existence. I looked at her, hunched over in her sleep, and I knew that this was the reflection of how I felt inside. Feeling useless and forgotten, like all my best days were now behind me.

I couldn't help my own despair, but I ached to heal hers, to give her some comfort, a small break from the monotony of her day. To see her smile, engage in conversation, and take her out into the warmth of the sun, even just for a little while. (And maybe I might find some joy in this too.)
I see her every day now. She is my official “Lunch Buddy”. The changes in her demeanor are remarkable! Talking, eating (even though its a lot of work), sharing her stories, asking for my help, and yesterday, a smile! 😁

I see hope in her eyes now. Not that her circumstances have changed but hope to enjoy another blessed moment while there is still time. And I thought, if she can make the best out of her situation, then why can't I do the same? 

My heart may be broken, and I often feel alone, but life can still be good! Because God is good. And I thank Him for all I have. There is a world out there that is meant to be enjoyed! I am not dead yet, so I guess I will just keep moving forward. And have hope to enjoy another blessed moment while there is still time. 💙

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