Thursday, December 10, 2009

Uncle Arthur's Arms

Psalm 73.21-26

Thought for Today: The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuteronomy 33.27

When I was little, I'd visit Aunt Barb and Uncle Arthur. Every night I'd lie down at the foot of the stairs and pretend I'd fallen asleep. Uncle Arthur would 'discover' me there and pick me up and carry me to bed. We did this long after I was really too old for it.

Uncle Arthur lived into his eighties and was always healthy, strong and kind. He'd been a farmer, a school janitor, and a rug hooker, and he knew everything about flowers. He made me feel loved when he held me. I've met a few important people whom other people write books about, and they gave me memories I treasure. But I treasure most the memory of Uncle Arthur's arms.

We get too few hugs. At the end of my life, I'll lie quietly down. I'll close my eyes. I don't know if Uncle Arthur will be sent to carry me home. Maybe only Jesus' arms are strong enough for that trip, but I know whose arms prepared me to trust in Jesus.

May we live in such a way that someone can say that about our arms. No other honor is quite so sweet.

Prayer: Loving God, as you hold and carry me, teach me to hold and carry others. Amen.

By: Sheryl Stewart--Albion, New York
From 'The Secret Place' devotional book for Winter 0-10

This made me think of Debbie - Psalm 73 was used at her funeral, but beyond that many of the memories she leaves behind are of her hugs; her beautiful hugs that have helped so many through times of trouble and joy.

I am so lucky to have known her and her family. My prayer now is for her husband, Carl, and sons, Jonny and Richard. My praise is that she is no longer in pain. But God please be with the Olsons during this time of happiness because Debbie isn't hurting, but time filled with pain because she's no longer her blessing our daily lives.