Last night I had a dream of worship to our wonderful Lord.  It was a beautiful thing to wake up after spending the night in adoration of Jesus.  It seemed so sweet and real... I was really meditating on the Lord's goodness.  And the singing was so gorgeous.

Today as I worked, that worship really stuck with me.  I talked to one of my patients who seemed particularly upset that no one cared anything about her, but only her money.  And furthermore that she really didn't even have money anymore since she was old and couldn't work.  But she had her bible sitting next to her.  She told me she has had that exact bible since she was in seventh grade.  And now she is in her eighty's.
I put my arm on her shoulder and told her her that the Lord was with her.  And that the Lord would always be with and that he has blessed her.  Not with money, but with his presence.  And that is the sweetest thing of all.  As I was saying those things I almost started crying.  The realness of what I was saying to her hit me.  The Lord cares so much for the ones who are not honored here on earth.  The old, the widows, the poor, the orphans.

She thanked me and seemed to really agree to the truth of what I was saying.

I hope that as I work each day that I can help the patients understand the reality of the Lord's care for them and of his presence.  I can give momentary love and care, but as I do that, I want their eyes to be directed to one that can give them constant love, care, and comfort.  May the Lord be with me and bless me, that more would turn to him.