Yesterday we got a letter from Bertha. Her letters are always type-written neatly on plain white paper. At the bottom, she signs her name in small, beautiful script, usually in blue ink.
In the opening paragraph, Bertha shared how she prays for our family every morning before breakfast. Before her 40 minutes of exercises with others that live in the retirement home. Cheerfully, she pointed out that all the exercises are done in a chair; since we are all elderly it is not safe to have people standing for exercises.
Until recently, Bertha spent a good portion of her day ministering to a fellow resident of the ''lodge". Her friend's eyesight was so poor that she could no longer read, so Bertha faithfully read to her each day. Together they would have devotions and prayer. Afternoons were often spent reading ''many good books."
Years ago I remember meeting Bertha while on furlough with my family. We visited her in the "lodge" and she cooked us Chinese food in her small apartment. Bertha was a missionary in
This is how Bertha ended her letter:
"This afternoon at 2 pm someone is coming to talk to us about computers. I am ninety-five years old and maybe should not think of getting one. However, I am going to hear the talk about computers. Following the talk we are served ice cream.
Do say hello to the children for me. Tell them there is a friend away off in
I am really glad to have Bertha praying for me! This world could use more Berthas.