Been a rough few days, and we're not done yet.
Wife got her CPAP machine yesterday, an attempt to deal with the sleep apnea. She slept pretty well last night, something that she sorely needed, and woke up on her own feeling pretty well rested. That's a good thing. We have a doctor appointment for her on Friday morning, and perhaps something good can come of it. We shall see.
In other news, it's a hard day for me. It was exactly ten years ago, March 29, 2007 that I was interrupted in a meeting in my then-office by a phone call. It was my younger brother, calling all the way from Mahoning County Ohio to Montgomery County Alabama. He had a brief message: "mom's gone". Nothing more needed to be said.
Of course, I had to halt the meeting with the sales guy. I was the relatively new engineerng manager at a major firm in the city, the sales guy was trying to sell me some pretty major capital equipment. But this took priority.
I told him that we would have to reschedule this for a later date, and why. He looked at me and, very gently, said, "that's OK. You'll see her again".
That was what I needed to hear. It is true, of course, and it reminded me that even in grief and sorrow, this world, this life, is temporary.
I don't believe that it was coincidental that he was where he was, just at the right time. I believe that the Lord had sent him, just to deliver that message. I am grateful. May we do as well.
Now, that was also necessary in light of what was to come. Three weeks after I returned from the funeral, the company that employed me had a major "restructure". That meant that they shut down what had been the divisional headquarters in Illinois, fired all of us managers (except for the plant manager who took a step down), and gave their Illinois buddies our jobs. More tough times.
(Two weeks after that, Dear Wife's mother passed. She was not a Christian, which is the nicest way that I can put it, and we won't be seeing her again).
So, today, I remember Mom. She deserved a better son than I, and I know she's in a place of joy today. That is worth quite a lot. We have a lot to talk about, when That Day comes, if it matters to us then.
Some nominees for Song of the Day
His Eye Is On the Sparrow. It's true, of course. I forget that too, sometimes. There is a temptation, a terrible one, to think that whatever I'm going through: the worry, doubt, fears, angers, all of it, that they occur in a blind spot that no one can see, Not even the Lord. That He can't see, or, worse, refuses to. THAT is frightening, that I could be so far gone that He's turned His face away. But, yes, His eye IS on the sparrow. And on me as well. That is worth quite a lot.
Leaning On The Everlasting Arms. Great old song, of course, and like many, was based on Scripture.
Deuteronomy 33:27 The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms
Or from Psalm 46,
3 Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
4 There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.
5 God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.
or perhaps, Romans 8:38-39
39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Do you believe that? I do. Didn't always, and sometimes still stumble. But it is on these things that we trust.
Today, we complete our passage through the book of Joshua, with chapters 23 and 24.
Joshua was faithful. A few words, but powerful. I wish they could be inscribed on my tombstone (though it's unlikely I'll ever have one: an old coffee can with some ashes in it is likely to be it for me). A good heritage to leave behind. Joshua did well.
Our New Testament reading is verses 27-49 from chapter 6 in the Gospel of Luke.
This is Jesus, not only teaching, but commanding. "Love your enemies" is not advice, it's marching orders. I don't do it well, nor any of the others, frankly. Which should bother me, and all of us. Are we Christ-like? Does the world see something in us, in me, that reveals the character of our Lord and Savior? It should. It must.