MAX ON LIFE

45. When my mother's health deteriorated, we had to put her in a nursing home. Mom has accepted the situation , but I get so depressed about it that I have to force myself to visit her. What's wrong with me?

For many years my mother was in an assisted-living facility not far from my house. The first few months I found it hard to see color amid the wrinkles, walkers, wheelchairs and dentures. Each visit was a depressing reminder of my mom's failing health and fading memory.

Then I began to spot God's beauty among the people.

The loyalty of Elaine, also eighty-seven, who sat next to Mom at lunch. She cut my other's food so she could eat it.

The unsquashable enthusiasm of Lois, nearly eighty, who, in spite of arthritis in both knees, volunteered to pour the morning coffee every day.

At first I saw age, disease, and faded vigor. With time I saw love, courage, and unflappable unselfishness.

Ask God to show you his work. He will be happy to do so.

By: Max Lucado