It was at my Aunt Mae's funeral. I was 12 years old. I was becoming aware. Aware of so many things. The sobering reality of death.
My Aunt Mae was sick for a long time. She had cancer. I never really had any other details about that, and I never will. My mother was Mae's younger sister. Another sister, Emma, and my mother took care of Mae for more than a year. They knew she was dying. They did what they could for her as she grew weaker.
At my Aunt Mae's funeral the pastor read Psalm 23, and I grasped the beauty of that passage, the love, the depth.
I cried harder as he read....
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Lorne Greene reads The Twenty Third Psalm
wiki/Psalm_23
God Bless.
Amen.
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