My dear friend with the brain tumor died relatively quietly Tuesday at a local Hospice House with her daughter and son-in-law with her.
I am saddened I have a complicated stress test during her Celebration of Life Friday.
One of her requests was no one was to wear black, but bright cheerful colors. So like her! I wish I could be there to tell some of the very funny things she, I and my best friend did and said that kept us in peals of laughter. Today I have chosen a font color of Autumn in honor of her request.
She was one of few with whom I could discuss both politics and religions. We giggled and laughed at her extreme liberalism and my self-described one-step-right-of-center--nobody-cares-till-it-is-time-to-vote-stance. On religious issues we agreed far more than not, plus contributed to charitable efforts of our respective churches, not so much because of the church efforts but our respect for each other's devotion to the efforts.
We talked and listened to gospel music, especially the Gaithers, one of which was SITTING AT THE FEET OF JESUS.
I, being the perpetual student, wondered what it would be like to sit at the feet of the only Perfect Master Teacher I perceive walked the earth. She being the more impetuous thinker, said, (I remember verbatim to this day), "The first thing I am going to do when I get to Heaven is jump in His Lap and Hug His Neck."
Her remark reminded me of the Master's admonition we had to change and become as little children to enter heaven. (Matthew 18:3ff)
Tearfully and joyfully tonight, Jan, I know you are sitting on the Lap of the Holy One. Some day, hopefully, I will join you and hope you will be among the throng waiting to welcome me, and my many pets from Rainbow Bridge, walk into the Land of NO TEARS, PEACE and FOREVER LIGHT.
SITTING AT THE FEET OF JESUS
SITTING AT THE FEET OF JESUS LYRICS
Lyrics: J. H. (author unknown except by initials)
Music: Asa Hull
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Oh, what words I hear Him say!
Happy place! so near, so precious!
May it find me there each day;
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
I would look upon the past;
For His love has been so gracious,
It has won my heart at last.
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
Where can mortal be more blest?
There I lay my sins and sorrows,
And, when weary, find sweet rest,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus,
There I love to weep and pray;
While I from His fullness gather
Grace and comfort every day.
Bless me, O my Savior, bless me,
As I sit low at Thy feet;
Oh, look down in love upon me,
Let me see Thy face so sweet;
Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus,
Keep me holy as He is;
May I prove I’ve been with Jesus,
Who is all my righteousness.
