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"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly." Richard Bach

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

~The Little Flower~

Our Little Flower Nursing Home Ministry is in our 9th year.  The moms and children love on the residents by doing crafts, hanging out, singing, and/or playing games with them every month.  We get more out of it than they do.  This is a tremendous blessing in our lives.  They love hugs.

(Call your nearest assisted living center or nursing home and ask to speak with the activity director to plan a visit. )

"The best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person."
-- Andy Rooney   

Abigail submitted a poem for a contest in April about making a difference in your community.
She wrote about the Little Flower......
The Little Flower
"We visit them in the nursing home
The people there are often alone
Sometimes a game we will play
We usually come on the second Tuesday
Sometimes we bring a craft
Boy, it's great to see them laugh
Some don't get much love or touch
And so we love them very much
It is so good to see them smile
It makes it all worthwhile
The moral of this poem is YOU
There are nursing homes in your town too."
By: Abigail Parker Brown ~ March 2010~ Age 9

“Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the Lord.” Leviticus 19:32

 One craft that made a big impression on me was creating a Hand print Heart for Valentine's Day made out of all the hand prints of the residents, staff,  and kids.  It was very touching as some of the residents hands are disfigured with age and do not lay straight.  It was humbling to trace these different shapes as some didn’t look like the other hand shapes.  The effect of all the little hands and big hands together was quite poignant.

"Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour.  With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. " ~Charles Dickens


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