As I sat in the drive through at a local pharmacy I noticed the car next to me.  There is no privacy when everyone communicates over  a loud-speaker.

I heard the daughter requesting the prescription for her mother.   Of course, I was doing the same thing.  I was already feeling a little melancholy because my Mom was depressed today.  Seeing these women pulled on my mercy even more.

I looked over at these two women that I captured in this picture and I thought, “Oh, I understand your pain.”   I understand the look of stress and agitation on the face of the daughter.  I also recognized the look on the mother’s face.  She held her head in sadness as her daughter was informed that this medication would cost them.  I noticed that she had lost a lot of her hair … so many things I have seen in my own Mom.   I sat next to them, intruding in their lives for a few minutes.  I wanted to reach out and tell the daughter how much I understood.  I wanted to cry.

I was grateful that I was not at the beginning of this journey!  I’m not going to lie, it has been a TOUGH road.

Since my daddy crossed over into heaven last month, my mom has been pressing on with her normal routine, but she is grieving … lonely … depressed.   She was really depressed today and I didn’t have a clue how to help her.  I can encourage complete strangers better than I can my own mother.    I know that is strange, but unfortunately it is true.

God bless the elderly and those who care for them.

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