Sunday was a good day. Saturday was a good night. That's about as long as the streak has been for quite some time.
I'm trying to learn to embrace these days and not feel guilty over having them. There so much sadness in my family and I feel for each and everyone of them because I love them deeply. But having good days will only enable me to hopefully assist in them having some good days too.
I cried a lot Sunday, but not because of sadness (okay, that's not entirely true) but because I haven't lost my faith or feelings of hope, peace and a brighter future.
I attended Mason Vineyard again today. This was my brother Charlie's professional climax before getting sick. Today was the first service that he hadn't planned and the church had to move on in a non-conventional way. From the moment I walked into the sanctuary, I started to cry. The Christmas decorations were beautiful and the music was heavenly. I really felt peace. At one point, I felt like I felt Charlie. Now, I don't know how this spiritual stuff works in the end. Is that even possible or am I wanting it too bad? Regardless, whatever I felt, felt good!
The sermon contained several "aha" moments and confirmed a few things that I've been feeling and thinking for some time. God hasn't dumped me! As the children's song goes, "he's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be."
The church planted a tree in memory of Charlie today. I like that idea. A living memorial. A reminder of him and his ministry. Also a reminder that to everything there is a season.
The service was good...family good...peace of mind good...All I can say is, "Thank you Lord for a little rest."
Sunday was also my son's football banquet. Now, he's not the MVP or best player, but that little guy gave it his all. The coach didn't compliment his athletic abilities or star qualities like some of the other players, but he did say, "This little guy has a great smile. How can you not smile when you see him?"
Now, you can't teach someone how to shine from the inside out. And for that, I'm most proud of him. And his trophy is proudly displayed on my mantle.
AND...My Xavier Musketeers won the Crosstown Shootout against University of Cincinnati!
Really, this was the BEST day I've had since Oct. 5th of this year (the day my brother went into ICU).
Thank you Father God, creator of the universe, for having mercy on me and giving me some peace and rest!
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