No way, would I show you my dishes.........
As I did my dishes, and sipped my coffee this morning between increments of progress, I was remembering something from yesterday:
I had an unexpected sweet visit with a community member. Having run into town, late for an errand, we passed by an elderly sister working in her yard. I know her somewhat. Every since I have known her, she and her husband have been retired. I met her when she substitute taught at our school, and I also knew her through church.
She was retired from teaching full time, and as minister's wife, because her husband spent his life serving in Christian ministry. To my knowledge, he knew three languages: English, Spanish, Hebrew. I have always loved this family, and thought it was SO COOL that her husband had this unique talent and skill in language, and he fervently and passionately applied it for Christ.
He was tall, and strong and handsome, and reminded me of my dear Grandpa. When I was reading my Bible, if I had a question, I saved it for him. He always had valuable insight, and knowledge to share on topics of Bible. I treasured that, like I did with my own grandfather.
Apparently 11 years ago, right around the time we moved to this community, the family had received diagnosis to give them a clue about what might happen in the future.
Now, 11 years later, the dear little sister, is loving her man all the way........... She was outside, after the hot Texas sun slid behind the western hills, and the very gentle breeze dropped a few degrees in temperature. She was working in her yard, while he rested inside. We stopped to ask her if we could help. There looked to be a truck load of packaged potting soil near by.
Of course she said, "No," but we chatted. We had a lovely chat. She talked to me of her landscaping plans for her front entrance...how the Bermuda grass had been a constant invader, and she was hopeful that on the internet she had found a solution. She talked about how working in the yard was therapeutic, and she talked about how her husband was slipping.
His mind is a mere fraction of his previous self. He has lost his appetite and is existing on ENSURE and is loosing weight drastically. It hurts to watch him decline like this.
She also talked about how he still DELIGHTS in nature. The sky, the clouds, the birds...the flowers....all of nature, still makes him smile, and worship the creator.
It's almost like, he is on a trip,
and he is anxiously watching out the window, anticipating the next stop,
knowing this is beautiful country that he is passing through,
but he is on his way.....
where he is going to meet,
face to face,
in the glory that is His light,
the Lord he's long admired, served, worshiped with all that he is,
all of his life.
We see the deterioration, the flesh, and this is not the most beautiful part of life.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
And from 2 Corinthians 5:8 I know that to be absent in body, is to be present with the Lord for His saved (my understanding).
So when we are watching a loved one make the end of this journey, in the flesh it hurts, to let go. It is not fun. How blessed we are, as Christians to have this HOPE and EXPECTATION that the BEST IS YET TO COME.
What an honor, to love each other to the end of this journey here.
Be blessed today. Enjoy this leg of your journey I hope, and love along the way.
Thank you for visiting here.
Grandma Mary Martha 💖