My strange life becomes sweeter as the years go by, since I accepted Jesus and was baptized by our minister, Emory Gasaway, when I was eight.
I often think about that day. I learned the next day, when I shared my joy to friends at the elementary school, how the world reacts. My ‘friends’ scoffed and laughed at me as I shared my joy. I became strange to them.
I remember Miss Fern, my Sunday School teacher teaching us about Jesus and how He loves us, from the center of the ‘U’ shaped table. The colored pictures of Bible stories caught my attention. My Dad loved teaching and told me many Bible Stories as my brothers and I grew up. He had the gift of making us ‘see’ the stories.
In high school, I played for our singing for youth meeting, Christian Endeavor. I knew one song, Wonderful Words of Life. After three weeks, those attending asked if I knew other song. I remember, I learned another song, and it began. I played for church services from then to the age of eighty-three.
At this age, my husband, diagnosed with dementia. We chose one of our precious children, Tim, to have help in care giving. What a blessing to have all our children help us to move. During the next six years was learning to take care of my husband. During this time, I learned that my husband loved music. I sang hymns or we listened to hymns, holding hands. We talked about our journey with Jesus to Heaven. The last two years, while he was in a facility to see to his care, I was freed to spend time with my husband.
On our 66th wedding anniversary, I took him to see the dentist. We came back to our celebration that Felicia, the head nurse, prepared for us. Near the end of March 2018, Ed died and then was buried on Good Friday.
Today, I read some of Psalm 104, and found peace and joy and purpose. This guy taught me to live with gentleness and kindness, with his actions, to his family. In the intervening years, our first son died in 2014, a grandson died in 2016, my brother died in 2017, and my husband in 2018. This morning, I found such a meaningful Psalm that makes my waning years, brighter as I trust in God for my all my tomorrows and being at Home in Heaven.
Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, you are very great! You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering Yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent. He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters; He makes the clouds His chariot; He rides on the wings of the wind; He makes his messengers winds, His ministers a flaming fire. He set the earth on its foundations, so that it should never be moved. You covered it with the deep as with a garment; the waters stood above the mountains. At your rebuke they fled; at the sound of Your thunder, they took to flight. The mountains rose, the valleys sank down the place that you appointed for them. You set a boundary that they may not pass, so that they might not again cover the earth. Psalm 104:1-9.
May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains, and they smoke! I will sing the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have being. May my meditation be pleasing to Him, for I rejoice in the Lord. Let sinners be consumed from the earth and let the wicked be no more! Bless the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord! Psalm 104:31-35.