Singing With Virginia


O Sing unto to the Lord a new song; sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Psalm 96:1 KJV

A few years ago, I had been praying for God to open doors at the long-term care facilities I visit, but I wasn’t prepared to see them swing open quite so wide. One morning I arrived at the memory-care ward of a local facility and found about a dozen folks seated in the TV area by the nurse’s station. They seemed happy to see me and as I took out my guitar and started singing “Put Your Hand in the Hand of the Man who stilled the waters!”, I noticed behind one lady pacing aimlessly back and forth hunched over her walker. I paid little attention to her until she suddenly started shuffling in our direction. Being concerned that she might fall, one of the nurses jumped up and gently redirected her back to the hall. But just a minute later she was back, and this time walked right up to me and stood quietly for a moment, then reached out her finger and touched the strings of my guitar. Curious to see what she would do; I assured the nurse that it was fine. “What’s her name?” I asked the nurse. “Oh, that’s Virginia.” She called back. I had not been able to see Virginia’s face because she was so completely bent over her walker but when she heard her name she looked up and smiled. Then as we started the next hymn Virginia began to sing. Her face lit up as our voices joined together, “Jesus – Jesus – Jesus – Sweetest name I know. Hears every longing of my heart – Keeps me singing as I go!” Oh yes doors began opening today but the one that swung the widest was the one to my heart. Virginia reminded all of us that everyone on earth can sing a new song for you!

2 thoughts on “Singing With Virginia

  1. At one home my husband and I visited weekly there was a woman they would bring in the room. She was all hunched over in a wheelchair and appeared completely out of it. When we sang the old hymn, “There’s power in the blood” she would sit up and sing loudly with us. She knew every word. When the song ended, she would hunch back down in the wheelchair and appear to be lost to us again. But that song meant something special to her. Needless to say, we sang it almost every week.

  2. What a blessing to see people like her being touched. Isn’t it remarkable the power of a song when God is the focus? I have always said that Power in the Blood is one hymn that I love and the devil hates!