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Psalm 139
O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
3 You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
5 You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!
19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God! O men of blood, depart from me!
20 They speak against you with malicious intent;
your enemies take your name in vain!
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22 I hate them with complete hatred; I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!
The Scriptures are of God and simply not useful to blot out the unpleasant Bits. We have to know how many times Anger/Frustration/Not our path/Not yet Heaven at all, at all, at all and realize Scripture says God gets all of these things Himself. The difference is, God covers His Wrath and gives us Goodness and Mercy. He is really rather overwhelming to Love us. But not to give up being I Am. The I Am of His Holiness as Mighty God. He just, only, simply, marvelously will be Love to us.
When we get to the Lord's Prayer,
God didn't thunder on about sin. He could have. He just does not. Instead, He covers wrath and asks us to please want more Heaven on earth. To know His Will is good. For His is the Kingdom of Heaven, with 12 open gates, where He tells us no more mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
God, He makes everything new.
Today, Edward and I were talking about funerals. Remembering, thinking and wondering about the next set of Funerals. Not usual for us. Nope, not.
As I had Psalm 139 out to read
And tonight, characteristic of the chain of coincidences life offers, my brother let me know my first cousin, once removed, on the Rosedale, Bolivar County, Mississippi Wilson side had passed on. Anne Cable. The Reverend Wm. Tate Young's only child. I'm Anne Laurel because Lawrence is a huge name in our family. And I'm Anne because my mother liked the name so much, it's her nickname. And I'm Anne Laurel because I have a cousin named Anne Cable who is brilliant and one of the first women graduates of the Colorado School of Mines in Petroleum Engineering. My name, my first name, was meant to remind me all the time of family. And always has.
Tonight, God; He makes all things new.
This was a symbol of my childhood.
Daddy wore Ray Ban Hawkeye glasses. Grandmother Bit wore Ray Ban gold edged Clubmasters as well. Tate wore Ray Ban Hawkeye Clubmaster same glasses continually, they stood out from his full head of thick, white hair. And all my people, all, had the same eyeglass cover. Like a Team. This way, the eyeglasses went on the car's visor. As if. If this had ever happened. No, in the car, they seriously had glasses on. The family eyeglasses. And eyeglass cover case.
Rev.Wm Tate Young never ever, ever was without his glasses. I think he was born with them. In fact, the only way I knew he was really gone on to Heaven, Tate's glasses were on the dining room table.
"Oh GOD." What? What, Anne Laurel. "The GLASSES." Oh. Grandmother gathered the glasses and they were not seen again, until Heaven.
God makes all things new.
As John was telling me about Anne Cable passing. I remembered Anne Cable being 28 years old. A new wife. Smiling. Glamorous. Her husband with his chin high and a ready hand. They drove this hippie type van. Except it was a Plymouth, so. Yeah, smarties. Missed the Hippie boat. Darn. But still Glamorous. And with Uncle Tate, Anne Cable's father, who could light up a room or even the whole house. And they had this fat beagle. Tolerable.
They got better as the aged. By the time Anne Cable hit 31, she had baby Pam. Oh, my God. Pam. Smocked baby dresses and toddling about smelling of Baby Powder. Tate saw angels and heard Heavenly Choirs singing. Pam existed to be an airplane. Flying in their hands being an airplane. A sweet smelling, amiable, smiling baby who thought all toddlers were continuous airplanes.
Anne Cable and Bob were still cooing as she went off to NY College in bobby socks, plaid and deeply purple hair. Still smiling, when she handed them the bill for antiques, while getting her Master's in Geology. Brave Pam! Not purple hair, then. I'm convinced, Tate would be relieved.
Now, all of this is pretty nostalgic and good. Brought me to tears. Except. We are real people. And real people sometimes bother, goad, nag, flip off the communications. Let's sum it up by saying... And Tate got angry. Not with us. With his own beloved. And Tate was not wrong. Mistakes were made. And people failed to gather. And time went by.
When people get older, they complain. And they can complain and grouse about the same ol thing. Not that you ever noticed, I'm sure. Sometimes space is a good thing. Time must pass. Clear heads prevail. And wrong can be righted. Even when you just gasp.
What is Eternal. God's Plan. And that is no sad or sorry subject. God is Love. God.
He will make all things new.
New. Anne Cable and Bob could complain. And they did. And mostly they complained about ...
Anne Cable and Bob. Well, it's America. People grow apart. And they grouse. And if they complain this much, well, you know the next step. It's not pleasant, but it's America and we know what people do when they grouse. And complain. And then 1993ish. Bob had a stroke on a trip to the UK, and Anne Cable had to go to hospital and wait. And wait. Bob came home and Anne Cable began to complain. About the horrible thing happened to her Bob. And Bob started watching Anne Cable and the intense worry she had. And Bob started to bloom. And then, Bob started taking up for Anne Cable. Not always in perfect ways, mind you. Because we are real people. And we fall far from the Glory of God.
I know because my mother's funeral was also December 5, 2021. And on December 5, 2022, my first cousin once removed Anne Cable passed on. (Yes, I'm Anne Laurel and my cousin is Anne Cable, all my life.)
God makes all things new.
1993ish Anne Cable and Bob turned their grousing about each other off. And instead began to be intense, and conversational, about their health issues and complaints. And became advocates of one another. Most of their conversations were about the care of the other. And the intense care and advocacy.
It gave us something to grouse about. Well, some of us, anyway. And like I told my brother on the phone, actually, they turned their marriage into something glorious. And we forgot to remark about that. Pretty remarkable.
Tate. I can hear him yelling, as he reaches Anne Cable,
"And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. "
"And I heard A Loud Voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be His people,"
"And
God himself will be with them as their God."
God himself will be with them as their God."
"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Abba, Father,
May the Lord
Bless us and keep us,
Make His Face to Shine upon us,
Be Gracious to us.
Lift up His Countenance,
His Smile,
Upon us
and give us Peace.
His very own Peace.
May the Lord give us the Name Jesus,
Fill us with Jesus,
put us on His Path
and
We Are Blessed.
Always.
Amen and Amen.
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