One word Wednesday is a time to write about a word in relationsip to caregiving. Last week the word was compassion. I am late as it is Tuesday of the following week.
I had the most compassionate mother and grandmother. My mom would have given you the shirt off her back if you needed it more than she did. She opened up our home to many of our relatives over the years just to help. Grandma Johnson was so compassionate that she would take a jar of homemade jelly to all of her doctor’s appointments because she wanted to show the doctor’s how much she appreciated them.
Jesus was compassionate. Jesus wept with Mary and Martha at the death of Lazarus, even though he knew the outcome. Jesus spoke to the women at the well with much compassion. The woman that had the issue with bleeding who touched his garment, he granted her health. He had time for the children. He fed the 5,000 with the two loaves of bread and five fish. Each time he healed a person he showed his compassion. In Mark 2, the paralytic man had a compassionate friend who found three other men to help him take this man to Jesus. The room was to crowded so the took the man up to the roof an lowered the man down to Jesus. The friend of this man showed compassion by his actions.
I am a nurse and daily I have the opportunity to share the compassion I inherited from my mom and learned from my grandma. We each have a choice to be compassionate and kind. In my personal life, I have the same choice, I can be compassionate or complaining. Are you called to be a caregiver? If so, give your day to God. Pray for the one you are caring for because the outcome is in God’s hand.
The paralytic man met Jesus that day because he had four compassionate caring friends who knew the man needed Jesus more than being able to walk. It just so happened Jesus met all his needs that day. All to Jesus I surrender. Blessings.