The Un-Cute Truth of a Lasting Faith
Chad and I went to the nursing home to sing to a couple of residents who are members of our church. We took Emerald with us. The sweet people who live there always seem to enjoy seeing her little pigtails come bouncing down the hall. Chad took his guitar, and we sang some old hymns and asked how they were doing and if they needed anything. Both of the ladies we were visiting told us that they couldn’t think of a thing that they need. Every time I go there I walk out with a fresh perspective.