I was killing time in Baton Rouge today, so I stopped in on my mom at work. She works at a retirement center as a Registered Nurse. My mother has always loved working with the elderly. And I’ve always enjoyed visiting the nursing homes she’s worked at, getting to meet her “favorites”. My mom has an eye for picking out the “characters” among a group of people. In our family we would say they are “Such a person, such a person.”
A few weeks ago Momma was telling us about one “Such a person” at the retirement center, Ms. Lassiter*. Ms. Lassiter loves to sing in the hallways – loudly and often. And she often picks a favorite tune, singing it over and over again, much to the chagrin of the other wheelchair bound patients within earshot. I heard Ms. Lassiter today before I met her. I was sitting across from my mom in her office near the nurses station when a faint voice that would rarely be classified as “singing” came from the hallway.
Oh, how I love Jesus..
Her voice was timid in that first line.
Oh, how I love Jesus..
She gained confidence with the second line, putting the emphasis in the perfect place of Jesus’ name.
Ooh, how I love Jesus..
The strains of her voice were high pitched, and shook as though her vocal chords were seized by Parkinsons.
Because He first loved me!
Ms. Lassiter croaked out the last line with such conviction, tears sprang to my eyes. My mother got up from her desk and led me into the hallway to be introduced. I could only grin as I laid eyes on this frail, shriveled woman who looked well over 90 years old. “This is my daughter, Bekah, Ms. Lassiter. You just blessed her heart with your song!” I looked into her clouded eyes, not sure she could see me, so I took her hand and said, “Nice to meet you! I loved it!” She grinned up at me and exclaimed, “I love to sing! I just love to sing! So whenever I feel led to sing, I just let it out! I don’t care who hears me!” I assured her that I loved to hear her song, and our Lord loves to hear it too.
My mother soon had to answer a phone call, so I made my exit shortly thereafter in order to not be a hindrance. Ms. Lassiter wasn’t much to listen to. If she’d been singing almost anything else, I might have been tempted to giggle a bit. But instead I found myself crying as I drove away. All I could think of was the scripture saying, “The Lord inhabits the praises of His people.” no matter how humble those praises are. I know that my Heavenly Father took great delight in the unashamed, absolutely abandoned praise of His child in the hallway of that retirement home. I like to think He let me in on a little bit of His delight. And He showed me that this is how He desires all of His children to love Him – with abandon – because He first loved us.
I’m not sure if I entertained any angels today, but I know that an angel entertained me.
*not her actual name