The day before Easter, I had the privilege of serving Communion to homebound senior members of my church. Two of us worked together, one reading the Communion service and one giving the sacraments. I was the reader. We also stayed and visited with those precious men and women. Although I enjoyed each senior, one stood out in my mind and heart. This is a story about a senior woman who gave me a special gift. One I will cherish for the rest of my life.
She was our last stop, our last visit for the day. Although I had visited a few months before, I definitely noticed a change. She was hospitable and welcoming but looked tired. She sat in her chair, with her hands on her lap as we talked briefly before I started with a prayer. I noticed her watching me as I read the service from my paper, then getting to the end, saying the Lord’s Prayer together, I heard the tiny sound of tears. Tears that tugged at my heart. Right there and then, I thanked God for bringing this sweet woman into my life, and for the opportunity to serve Him.
After we finished, I noticed she had beautiful necklaces hanging off of her standing lamp. She had red, white and blue beaded ones, different colors created in pattern sequences, and solid orange, gold, pink, and blue necklaces.
This dear woman who once was so active loved to create. I understand that making necklaces was only one of the many things she made. Before we left, she asked if we would like to have a necklace. My Communion partner replied that she already had one. Then she turned and looked at me and smiled. I chose a solid but gold colored one. I thanked her, and she smiled. It warmed my heart to spend time with her. I plan on her visiting soon.
I wore the necklace home and laid it on the nightstand by my bed, where I would see it every day. Each night as I climbed into my comfortable bed, I glanced at the necklace and thought about each bead she carefully threaded, and gently pushed down, until she found the knot. I thought about the happiness those beads brought her and the joy each necklace brought the recipient of her handiwork.
In the morning, before my feet touched the floor, I glanced at the beads. It was as if this loving woman with her warm smile wished me a good morning. Those beads became like a ray of sunshine, especially on gray, cloudy, rainy days.
Then something wonderful happened. When I said my morning prayers I had the strongest desire to hold her necklace. As my fingers touched the beads, I thought about her life, her stroke, her love, her many items that made other lives better.
On that day, I decided to include her necklace in my prayers. I started with four beads. One for each of the folks who received Communion on that particular day. Then four more beads, thanking Him for putting them on my path. Each morning and each night, I pray for strength, healing, and enough food to eat for all seniors. I believe I was meant to receive that unique necklace on that day.
My precious necklace made by a loving woman, who no longer can create like she once did, may never realize how her simple gift made a difference in my life. I will wear my necklace proudly and think of the love each bead holds. To my dear friend, thank you for your loving heart and sparkling eyes. You are loved.