We took a quick weekend road trip to see my husband’s mother this past weekend.  I hate to see her stuck at home like a prisoner, waiting for people to come to her.  She was always the one to visit shut-ins, teach classes, do Bible studies, etc.  She was well-known and loved in her community, but just this month, she lost one of her oldest friends, and also a niece.  I try my best not just to visit, but to bring a small amount of happiness when we go.  I bake her cookies or scones.  I bring her a small present.  I spend time talking to her.  She recognizes and appreciates my efforts.

I wish, I wish, I hope.  I wish we lived closer.  I wish there was more I could do.  I hope there will be someone to do these things for me in the not-to-distant future.