A couple of weeks ago a tiny, 80-year-old black woman joined our "family."
Quickly I dubbed her our songbird, because she sings, sometimes for an hour at a time.
The rest of the time, she wanders around the building, from exit to exit, testing all of the doors. At the moment she has removed her shoe and is pounding it on the door. She desperately wants to escape, because she always sees smoke and she's convinced we're all going to die.
An aide speculates she might have cloudy vision due to cataracts that create the illusion of smoke. She must be terrified.
And as a friend commented, the nature of songbirds is to fly. No wonder she doesn't like a cage.
But I have come to appreciate our songbird. Even when she's wandering the halls at any hour of the day or night, opening residents' doors and turning on the light. She's done it to me three times already. Either she is trying every door in her desperation to escape. Or she's wanting to warn us all of the fire.
Other times she just sings, though. She still sees the smoke. But she digs deep into the faith that sustains. In spite of the threat of imminent death, she sings, "It's all right, it's all right now. Jesus is all right, He's all right now." She sings the same 2-3 note melody with variations on the same words. The theme is constant: it's all right now. When she praises the Lord, her fear goes away.
Oh, to have that rock-solid faith when my mind starts going and I'm eighty years old . . .
Not enough people left comments last week to give away a book. A reminder: I will give away one book for every five comments left on my blog this week. Please answer the following question: Does our songbird remind you of someone you know? Talk about a senior who has influenced your life in some significant way.