While having lunch Thursday, I received a call from my mother saying that Mr. Richardson had died. And though he is now free from the pain that racked his body for years, it was sad to know his wife of 50+ years would have to face tomorrow without him.
Shortly afterwards, I headed to a friend's house to spend some time with her. On the way, I stopped for a cup of coffee, and while there, inquired of the barista concerning his very pregnant wife. He proceeded to tell me that she had been manhandled by her father which precipitated quite the altercation between this young man and his father-in-law -- ending with some very serious threats.
As I made my way on down the road, my eye caught the sight of a woman wearing a leg brace placing flowers on 3 small crosses in the right-of-way. I couldn't help but wonder if she had been the only survivor.
I finally arrived at my friend's home, and whereas her spirit is free, a cyst on her brain stem and the subsequent surgeries has left her quite dependent upon a wheelchair.
I had not been home too long when my husband walked through the door and in his hands was a beautiful male cardinal he had found in the back yard. It appeared its right wing was broken.
In a split second, my mind replayed all the scenes above, and then it was as if the Holy Spirit winged His way into my own heart and lit with these words: I care. "I care about the widow. I care about the battered woman. I care about the grieving mother. I care about the crippled wife. And, yes, I even care about My winged creation."
Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press,
And the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?
O yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary,
The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.
Frank E. Graeff
Beloved, He cares.
Just an ordinary moment...
1 comment:
Thanks Nancy for the reminder!
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