My precious Daddy died in 2008, after several years of living with dementia, the last 18 months or so unable to identify me as his daughter. This piece by Martin Copenhaver is a poignant reminder of my time with my Dad and God’s faithfulness even when our bodies have failed us.
“I remember the first time my grandmother was not able to recognize me. I was in high school at the time. The look on her face revealed that she had no idea who had just walked into her room.
Source: Martin Copenhaver – Remember Me? A devotional on Isaiah 49:14-18 – Day1.org
en part of the team leading classes for our students who are to be confirmed. This past weekend, not only did we have our weekend retreat but also two of our students were baptized in our local Lake Gertrude. Then today, I come upon the story in my Bible reading, Mark 5:21-43, about Jairus, a synagogue leader whose daughter is dying. When Jesus arrives with the man, they are told she is already dead yet Jesus tells them to believe, that she is only asleep. As I read these verses: “
hill at the end of a short street with a cul de sac. At the bottom of the hill is Lake Gertrude, a lovely spring fed lake. My route to the church takes me along the lake for a half mile or so. I slow down at two spots each time I drive the road, at the approach to a curve and at a speed bump. I’m so thankful for those spots. Over the past several months, at each spot, I look out on the lake, view the character of the lake and of the light, be it sun or stars. Sometimes smooth as a mirror, other times blanketed with fog and often somewhere in between. Seeing the water and the light every day and following their respective characters as they change gives me joy. I have no idea why since I was afraid of water until I learned to swim three years ago. Something about the lake simply makes me joyful.
