I may have shared this story before, but the details came
flooding back to me last week on one of my walks. I love to listen to Christian music as I walk
early in the morning because it helps lift my spirit and makes the time go
faster as I exercise. A song came on
that immediately propelled my thoughts to a day years ago that I doubt I will
ever forget.
On that day, I was sitting in a hospital room next to my
mother’s bedside. She was restless and
confused. As a result of Alzheimer’s,
her mind didn’t always comprehend what was going on around her and being in an
unfamiliar place made it even worse for her.
I remember talking to her and trying to calm her nerves, but I wasn’t
having much success.
All of a sudden, she began to relax and I saw her beautiful
smile return. She looked at me and said,
“Do you hear that? Do you hear that
singing? It’s beautiful!” I have to be
honest…all I could hear were the ordinary hospital noises…but I wasn’t about to
let on to her that I couldn’t perceive what she could.
I decided that since whatever she could hear was calming her, I
would play along. I told her that I
could barely hear the singing and I just couldn’t make out the words and
wondered if she could tell them to me.
Her response? “Oh, they are
singing my favorite song, ‘His Eye is On the Sparrow’. Isn’t it beautiful?”
By this point her face was beaming and she was completely
relaxed. We sat there together, mom
being ministered to by her Savior and me being ministered to by my mother. You see I believe that the Lord knew what
words my mom needed to hear to remind her of His constant care of her. I, in
turn, needed to see once again the deep, powerful and intimate relationship she
had with her Heavenly Father. Her faith
was so ingrained in her that even in the darkness of Alzheimer’s, she could
still recall the promises of her Savior.
During her life, my mom didn’t just talk about her faith…she lived her
faith day in and day out…even at times when following Him meant she had to
sacrifice. She was willing to give and
do whatever her Lord asked of her.
That’s the kind of relationship I want to have with the
Lord. I want His words, His wisdom, His
promises to be so much a part of me that no matter what happens I will be able
to draw from His power. But I realize
that that doesn’t just happen. It isn’t
something that is just automatically in me because I have Christian parents and
grandparents or even as a result of sitting in a pew every Sunday. Just like sitting in a garage doesn’t make me
a car…sitting in a church doesn’t automatically make me a devoted follower of
Christ. I have to be willing and open to
learn from those who have walked with their Savior longer than me and from my
brothers and sisters in Christ with whom I worship. Ultimately, my bond with the Lord happens
over time as I fellowship with Him, reading His Word and listening and sharing
through prayer.
Mom’s favorite song says,
“Why
should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why
should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
When
Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His
eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His
eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I
sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”
Just as those words were a comfort to her during her hospital
stay, they are a comfort to me knowing that nothing will happen to me today
that He won’t see. The One who knows everything, wants to have an
intimate, personal relationship with me and it is my choice how close I will
allow Him to be. I have no reason to be
discouraged, no reason to be lonely because Jesus is all I need and promises to
be my constant friend. It just can’t get
much better than that.
“Lord,
help me to make the choice every day to strive for a closer relationship with
you. Help me to seek you, to learn from
you, to hear your whispers as I go throughout my day. And may those who come behind me, see you in
me, and see someone who was willing to do whatever you asked to bring glory and
honor to your name.”
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