Today I want to share Miss. Charlotte's story from 2016 last Christmas. We did the gift bag outreach Saturday and I left a bag for Miss Charlotte even though I knew she was in Hospice. I felt drawn to go back Sunday when I was suppose to be at church and Terry was working.

I'm using my old Samsung for music now and connecting to wifi at the home. I pulled up GMA Jones fav playlist, the Instrumental Hymns by John Troutman that go about 90 minutes. I sat there with her playing that and mostly quiet. There was a lot of peace in her room. I sat in the chair stroked her hair, told her how much Jesus loved her and I knew in my heart she knew him. I prayed a prayer of peace over her and that there was no fear, surrendering her spirit into His hands. She passed the next day.

As odd as it may sound I love what I volunteer for. It's my calling. I knew after sitting with my friends Mom Miss B. This was my calling in life.

I look back at 3 Christmas's ago when God first laid that on my heart. I think of those I knew there and was close to that have gone before her. Miss Grey, GMa Jones, Mr. Shelton, Miss Dorothy #1 and Miss Dorothy #2, the lady I called Miss Ellen, and now Miss Charlotte. I remember all the times they were frustrated by their disease.

I remember the time Miss Charlotte could not figure out where some of her things were. They were cleaning her room and had moved her things. I tried to explain this to her. She snapped at me and accused me of lying to her when she didn't understand something and said she just did not know anything as she shook her head...and I got down on my knees in front of her and held her hands and explained to her I was just a volunteer and I didn't know either. She grabbed my hands and hugged me and said she was sorry. That was how our friendship began.

Its got to be so scary to be trapped in your own body not understanding whats going on and why. I love these people to the moon and back. And I would not trade any amount of money for the satisfaction and happiness I feel at the end of the day from just being with them. There are midwives on both ends of life. I am honored God asked me to do this.