September 1, 2014 by Beth Hess
One stamped and into the mail. Another in a file.
Which means I have just been handed a pile of words he’s written to me over the last 20+ years. Words that have weight, not only because of his death in May, but because there is something powerful about them all in one place — read back to back — and not scattered by the delay of months and miles and moods between.
He did not live to be 100.
He thought he might like that.
But 4 months shy of 99, his heart could no longer be contained by his declining body. So his soul now lives in heaven. But his legacy of faith lives here with us still.
Because in every one of the letters — where he spoke of pride and pastimes and pending plans — he wrote, too — ALWAYS — of praying for me.
The fervent prayers of a righteous man availeth much. (James 5:16)
Today I have returned from his Celebration of Life. A celebration including all of his children and their spouses. All of his grandchildren and their spouses. All of his great-grandchildren. Not one missing. He was the patriarch of a family united.
So I am spending these days more grateful than grieving.
For I am covered still in his love. Surrounded forever by his prayers.
Proud of his blood in my veins. Cherishing his Jesus in my heart.
I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading.
Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.