14 For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. 15 And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again. 2 Corinthians 5(NIV)

It’s lunchtime and our dining room is filled. That is usually the case here in the Village. Breakfast crowd is usually no more than 25, but lunch will be enjoyed by most of the hundred neighbors.  Walkers and a few wheel chairs are in evident and there is always a race to find the ‘out-of-the-way- spot’ for them. Usually the hallway is lined with them, including my own. We have a few residents who never come out of their room. Their meals are delivered or else those with kitchens prepare their own. I’ve never  understood why that is so. Three meals each day are provided and paid for, so why not ‘eat out’ or have it delivered’? ‘Tis a puzzlement. I suppose there are those who find it difficult to even dress themselves. As my days come and go, I can understand that difficulty.  Perhaps there is a problem for some to witness just how quickly others ‘grow old’ and be reminded of that same thing in their own lives.  For whatever reason, it is most important that those of us who can still get around, do so as an encouragement to others.  I have struggled with my impatience toward those who move slowly, holding up our food line.  It shames me to criticize anyone who is doing the best they can at simply existing. I want to encourage and inspire all who are my neighbors.  I pray that I, with a clean heart, face each day willing to assist those who need it.  May my time be spent “Selfless to a Fault”.  It is time that I stop thinking so much about ‘me’. May each day be filled with ways to make each day a better day for each of us.  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.    AMEN