The Greatest Help

It was my turn to sit with Grandma so Grandpa could do his outside chores and run errands. I fluffed her pillows and smoothed her blanket. “Can I get you anything? A snack? A drink?” I asked.

“Just sit with me.”

“I want to help. Can’t I clean something? Or, cook something?”

“Sing to me,” she said in a whisper.

I’ve never been a good singer. There are those who say I sing notes no choir director has ever heard. At church I rarely sing loud enough for anyone but the Lord to hear me. “How about I turn the radio on instead?”

“No. Come sit next to me. I want you to sing.”

I took Grandma’s hand in mine. “What do want to hear?”

“‘How Great Thou Art.’”

Her favorite song. I began softly at first, “Oh, Lord my God.” My voice grew surprisingly strong. “When I in awesome wonder ….” The words brought comfort and help from our Lord. To both of us.