Tuesday-July 5, 2011
Have you ever wondered why some elderly people seem to be at peace all the time? My great Aunt Florence was the eldest of five, spanning 20 years, the last to die of her siblings, without a doubt the most at peace person I have ever known. I can still remember the day I last visited her in New York with my mother and aunt. Although she was in her nineties, she made us a usual meal, which included fried chicken, collard greens and biscuits. After much conversation she said that she was tired and ready. She died later that year in her sleep. Her life had been quite full, as her house at one time, was home to four generations. A single mother, I was, and still today, absolutely fascinated with her. I wondered how long it would take me to get to that place of peace. How long does it take to get to that place where the battles in our mind and physical life don’t bother us anymore and the only reward left is the one that God promises to his faithful? I spent this year’s Independence Day weekend with family and watched my children, now old enough to sit with their cousins and have mature conversations about their own lives, eating and drinking, and of course some teasing. At least for that one day I was at peace about who they were becoming and where they are, and feeling happy in my role as mother. Yet, I know that they have so much more in their lives to accomplish and I want to be there to celebrate the joys and comfort the disappointments. For now at least the peace is in knowing that every day I arise is another opportunity to participate in whatever plan God has prepared for me and them, and when the day comes that I can say that I am both tired and ready, I will hear God say to me “well done” and take me with him the way I know he took my great Aunt Florence.
Then they were glad because they had quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven. Psalm 107:1-32