Sunday is my favorite day. GOD morning! When I woke up this morning that is the first thing I thought about God and then I thought about my uncle Tony and then I thought about how blessed I am. My eyes opened without the alarm at 5:15 a.m. I texted "GOD morning!" to a few folks and then I began the morning ritual of praising the Lord and getting my children to get up and get dressed. Today the pastor spoke about training up a child the way you would have him to go. One of the things he said that struck a chord with me is that we shouldn't be coming to church to hear what the pastor has to say about the word and about what he thinks the bible says, we should be coming to church ready to praise Him because we know how good He is and will continue to be and that we should know the word and be excited that we can come into this house and praise him. Another rev. spoke about having mustard seed faith. And finally an elderly mother of the church walked herself up from the 5th pew, slowly pushing and rolling a walker on wheels, the kind with a chair in it, to the front of the church. A frail stately black woman who spoke with the Caribbean-accented voice. Her voice was barely a whisper and she spoke about how she decided to get up and come to service this morning because she loves the Lord and what she did next brought the church to tears. This frail beautiful strong black woman began to sing. You could hear a pin drop and a whole lot of sniffles - children were quiet and babies were hushed. She praised the Lord in a way that one can only feel, if this woman can get up after being ill for so long, what is my problem?
We left church and went to my aunt's house. I love my family. I have the best friends and family that a woman almost 50, can have. Our children are blessed and we are blessed to have been children watching our aunts and uncles as they were blessed to have been children who watched their aunts and uncles which were then and now my great aunts and great uncles. The common love of the Lord and the common love of each other is felt when you walk into the family presence. It is comforting. We talked about each other, we talked about people who were not there and we talked about our uncle Tony who transformed himself so well, that the entire community paid homage to him by attending his funeral. I have thought about how suddenly our days on this earth can be over.
I saw a friend there at my aunts home, who had finally been invited back into the fold, after years of uncomfortable feelings and it was a good thing. He lightened the load that we all felt, he became our spiritual touchpoint today and we all touched him, kissed him, hugged him and wanted to sit with him. His laughter permeated the room, his love of life and his love of self, caused us all joy. Retiring at 55 is a good thing and I pray for the continued grace to walk again and again and many more agains to be blessed to be a blessing in my children's life; to continue to guide them and ask the Lord to protect them wherever they may go and in whatever situation they find themselves. God is worthy to be praised.
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