I remember once being so upset with my parents as a child, that I just could not express my anger and frustration with words. Finally, with my emotional reservoir at full pool, my emotions burst forth as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Crying was the only response I could manage at the time.
Last week, a hospice Chaplain asked me to visit one of our patients at a local nursing home who seemed fearful and discouraged. Bobbi was a Godly woman, but as her disease progressed, fear and anxiety waged war within her.
Sometimes, the unique nature of my work tends to diminish any thought of finding Joy during the course of my day. Playing therapeutic music for people who are sick or dying has a way of dimming the light and beauty that surrounds us every day.