As I walked into the nursing home today to visit my mother-in-law, there was a group of women singing carols. I stopped to join in with them, the lone alto among a group of sopranos and a guitar. It was very nice. And then I went on to see MIL who was in a state of depression. Down in the dumps for the day. She was having a bad day over the fact that she couldn't put on her diaper and no one would help her. I don't know how much of that is true. At any rate, I stayed a while and the carolers came to her room and I sang with them again. I love to sing but don't do much except in church. And don't suggest I get in a group. NO thanks.
We have a few chapters left in the book HEAVEN IS FOR REAL and she just listens to every word as I read. She said, that there is so much in the book the she can relate to, like she has seen heaven, at least the angels who visit her must tell her about it. She does have angels visit her. She mentioned that we would have to get another book for me to read to her. So I just ordered PROOF OF HEAVEN, written by a neurosurgeon.
So that was my day.