The Faith of a Mustard Seed

It's been a week since I was at the hospice house. I really hoped that Mrs. B would still be there. This time I brought my plucked psaltry - a stringed instrument kind of like a mini dulcimer. When I went in to her room she was so glad to see me. I asked her if she would like for me to play some songs for her and she nodded her head. I began to play some old hymns. She smiled and drifted off to sleep. How peaceful she looked - and content.

I let her sleep for awhile - went down to the cafeteria for something to eat. When I got back she was still sleeping until a friend of hers came into the room. Her friend and I were trying to whisper quietly so not to wake her but we failed. She started saying "Hey, hey!" Her friend visited with her for awhile then something amazing happened. Mrs. B called for me, she took both of our hands and began to speak to us in a clear voice. "God told me to tell you that He loves you, loves you, loves you. He has you in his hands and is using you both in a mighty way." Then she started praying. Not for herself and her health situation but for us. Here was a lady who had served God all of her life, needed God's help and she was praying for US! I couldn't help but cry. She prayed with such faith - more than a mustard seed worth - and it touched me so deeply.

Before I left I told her that I thanked God for bringing her into my life and that I love her. She touched my face and said "I love you too". My faith was built up today.