Today I woke up with the lyrics of an old hymn stuck in my head.
"When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing it will be
When we all see Jesus, we'll sing and shout the victory"
The image those words conjures up includes Faye Dodson on the piano, a line of men waiting to serve communion, Dr. Temple sitting on his bench looking to be in prayer, and my Memaw sitting on the second pew of the church with her entire family standing - no towering around her. The church always seemed a little stuffy but I always felt very at home and secure standing behind her. Every Sunday was exactly the same. We were always a little late to church and Memaw was already in her place when we got there.
I am so grateful for.....
the last few times I got to see her before she died
the way I felt important when I was with her
her stories and her laughter
her constant commitment to serve the Lord
the stability she brought to my life
The song that I can't keep from singing this morning brings new meaning.
...what a day of rejoicing it will be!