Have you met a nonagenarian?
I haven’t. The octogenarians I knew went to glory before they could reach the awesome age of 90.
But one day, Ching (a faith sister) introduced me to her grandmother, Lola Dusing, all of 95—not in a face-to-face meeting, but through my books.
Ching said the old lady, a faithful woman of God, loves to read and she especially enjoyed my “Flying on Broken Wings.”
“She still reads at 95?!” I was surprised.
“Without reading glasses,” Ching laughed. She was going to visit Lola Dusing in Mindanao and wanted to bring her one of my books.
After reviewing my titles, Ching decided on “Circle of Compassion.”
A few days later, I received messages from Ching, “Lola Dusing loves the book!” “She likes your writing style.” “She has a special present for you."
Can words be more energizing? I have been spoiled receiving messages and gifts from kids over the years, but from a 95-year-old?!
Her gift was something I never expected to receive:
It’s entirely hand-sewn, every piece of cloth (in various shapes and sizes) carefully stitched together—certainly a labor of love. It's the most valuable table cloth I could ever own!
God sometimes gives some people many, many years in which to feel His presence and enjoy His blessings—Lola Dusing is one of them. And I am now privileged to count her as one of my readers and gifts of grace.
|Lola Dusing with two more of her grandchildren|