Memories

'Start children off in the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.'  Proverbs 22:6
 
My mother made sure she and her children were at church as often as possible.  I remember when she made the decision to visit a church, her coworker at the time, invited us to.  At the time, I had no idea the impact that visit would make on my life.  For this church became the church I grew up in and has become my home church, which I return to quite often.   

The elders I met along the way helped mold me to be the person I am today.   Some probably didn’t know I would still be thinking of them as I mature in my walk with the Lord.  As, I’ve returned to my home church a couple times in the past month, I’ve realized how much I miss those that are no longer here.  I’m reminded of the motorcycle diva, along with her motorcycle gang ministering to the lost.  The beautiful lady who ministered at local hospitals by dressing as a clown, delivering cheer to the sick and every time I saw her she would hug me tightly.  The one my family, affectionately nicknamed ‘Purple’, because he was a recipient of a Purple Heart.  The gentle giant who played the guitar every Sunday during morning worship service and for a while led children’s church service with his wife.  I’m blessed to have these memories, and the ones I’m going to display, hold are very special to me …

When I was a young teen it seemed weddings were happening at my church like running water.  It was at one of these weddings, when one of the deacons told me I would be next.  Not only did he tell me I was next in line to be married, he would be the one to walk me down the aisle to my groom.  Needless, to say I was terrified; I was too young to get married.  Imagine my delight when the next wedding came and I wasn’t the bride.  The weddings continued to happen from time to time and even though I wasn’t the bride he would remind me when my time came, he’ll be right there to walk me down the aisle.  Even when my mother wedded five years ago, he told me to hurry up, so he can walk me down the aisle.  To this day, when I see him or get an update about him, the message is still the same…he’ll be walking me down the aisle.  

This memory is about someone, whom was called to glory years ago.  He had a gentle spirit and loved the Lord, even when faced with death.  What I remember most was his love of music and how he loved to hear my mother sing.  He and my mother sang this song over and over again.  When they sang, it was like a lullaby to my ears.  In the past few weeks, I thought about this song repeatedly and I couldn’t seem to remember the words.  I asked my mother and she found it online for me.  A week later, I awoke with this song on my mind and in my heart.  To my elated surprise, I remembered the words.  I don’t intend to forget them nor my memories any time soon...

Sincerely,  
DWIC2S