Just a minute

It only took a moment, and she was so happy.

A few days ago, I heard that he had fallen in his garden, and injured his hip. Falling is dangerous for any of us, but it can be detrimental to the elderly, and so for him (he's 90 years old as of the end of last month), this could have been catastrophic. To hear it told by his loving wife though, he's doing very well. She visits with him every day, and he's making progress slowly but surely.

In reality, he had a hip replacement last weekend, as a result of this fall ... and this was the second hip replacement he's had ... on the same hip. Physical health is truly a blessing, one that we don't tend to pay attention to until it's gone, either temporarily or permanently, but loss of our health can also lead us to a different appreciation for life, for the gift of friendship, and for the power of prayer.

She was so delighted to hear from me, even just for a few moments this morning, that I'm sure I've made her day. She'll go to visit with him later today, and she'll tell him that I've called, asking about him, and assuring them both that I'm united with them in prayer for his return to health.

It only takes a moment, but small gestures like this mean so much.