Sometimes I pray with the people I visit. “What shall we pray for?” I ask, and I am in awe of what comes forth. Today, at the rehab facility, Martha wanted to pray for her caregivers. Here she was, sitting in her wheelchair, putting aside her long-term struggles and expressing compassion for the dedicated help she had been receiving for close to seven months.
Visiting always presents an opportunity for me to receive as well as give. I don’t want to say that I receive more than I give, although that often feels like the case, because I don’t consider giving and receiving as competitive, or as one being better than the other. I am committed to experiencing them as part of the same seamless cloth, perhaps a beautiful prayer shawl.
Visiting always presents an opportunity for me to receive as well as give. I don’t want to say that I receive more than I give, although that often feels like the case, because I don’t consider giving and receiving as competitive, or as one being better than the other. I am committed to experiencing them as part of the same seamless cloth, perhaps a beautiful prayer shawl.
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