Bring me joy, bring me peace Bring the chance to be free Bring me anything that brings You glory And I know therell be days When this life brings me pain But if thats what it takes to praise You Jesus, bring the rain ~ Mercy Me Its rained a lot this week, but thinking back over Honeys life theres a lot to praise. Her mama died when she was 6. She was keeping house for a family when she was just a child herself, I think 11 or 12. Consequently, one of those sweet babies she cared for preached her funeral. She worked her fingers to the bone at the cotton mill, then came home and worked on the fields for all of us. The old fashioned Sunday dinners, we had them. The more the merrier. I remember sitting under the shade tree shelling peas, snapping green beans (being sure all the strings were off), and shucking corn. The day I was finally allowed to chop the kraut in the big pot was like a coming of age day! I was so excited! Money was never plentiful, but life was. Chocolate cake, chicken and dumplings, laughter, memories that will never fade. My Honey was from a saved people. I remember sitting at church with her on the sisters pew - all her sisters sat on the same row. Id leave with more hugs than you could count, and a little lipstick on me to boot. She was the last one. That rows empty now. I remember my mama saying there wont be many people at the funeral home because all Honeys friends are gone just about. Boy was she wrong. It wasnt just the lives of her friends she touched. There were stories of how my Honey loved my friends, my mamas friends, the rest of the familys friends, and the community. Her door was always open. She loved everybody and everything (except the slight aversion to Michael Jacksons dancing - we never got that one). In the last few years, her mind slipped and she didnt know us anymore. In the last year, she couldnt form words. That didnt matter. Every time anybody came in the door, there was that precious smile, arms extended waiting on a hug. She still loved without knowing. That same love showed on her sweet face even in death, a beautiful smile that couldnt be erased. She met her Jesus she loved so much. Im sure my Papa was waiting, along with the rest of her family. She got to see her mama. What a glad reunion day! The world seems a little less sweet to me today. I think its because its missing that little bit of Honey.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 16:46:54 +0000
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