I wasn’t too thrilled about this meeting. I loved our years of playing and singing music on the third floor, but it seemed that season at the hospital had ended. I love the Volunteer Coordinator who invited me to the meeting, but was there really a role for me anymore? Last week when a friend suggested I inquire, her words carried a sensation that intrigued me—maybe that intangible, inexplicable sensation that the Lord sometimes imposes to compel us to follow through. So I drove to the annual meeting of volunteers. And as I crossed the threshold of our meeting room, the blessings began to pour. Of particular interest was a lady who spoke of her role as a Patient Visitor. For 6 years, she visited patients to offer magazines and conversation. Instantly a chorus of bells and whistles started to sound in my head, and my heart fluttered to envision myself in the same role. Could I also be a Patient Visitor? Being severely ill and away from home could easily render a patient just plain sad, and I’d love the opportunity to brighten someone’s day. I have another meeting next week, and I don’t want to jump ahead of prayer, but my eyes are watchful for confetti and curly-cues showering on the horizon. My pointy party hat is ready. Thank you, Lord.
No comments:
Post a Comment