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3:3 But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. A little over a month ago, I was sitting at my Grandmother's bedside, holding her hand , singing hymns gently to her, reading her scripture; thanking her , honoring her for all the times she sat by my bedside, nursed me to health, prayed for me, and ministered to me. The doctors had called my family and I to the hospital and told us that all they could do was make my Grandma comfortable. She was dying and there was nothing I could do. I was devastated. My grandmother became my sister and my primary caretaker 18 years ago when our parents died. So, you see my grandma was more than a grandparent--she was my mom. I was twelve years old when we went to live with her. So, as I sat there holding her hand, crying, praying, all I could do was look up and trust Jesus to lift my head, to hold me. The Lord allowed me to comfort her on a level no one else could. My sister, who is a registered nurse, bathed her body and gave her pain medication. My aunt, her youngest child lovingly braided my grandmother's beautiful gray hair one last time, and me, well I did what God has called me to do: I became her pastor in those last moments; I led her by the still waters and I told her through my tears that Jesus had prepared a place for her and that Jesus was waiting for her, his good, faithful servant. And, now as this week closes, I sit and I meditate at the awesome provision of God. Monday, I attended my sister's fiancee's funeral and again I wept. This time a different weeping--because as I watched Jesus carry my sister through her grief I could only fall to my knees in worship. Jesus had become my sister's strength. She stood strong and did what my brother-n-law's mother could not--she closed the casket on this man, the father of her only child. She tucked him into his casket, so loving... so I wept and I worshipped. Oh, did I worship. Jesus is the lifter of my head. He will make you strong when you are weak. He will keep you from stumbling each and everytime. He is my shield. My strength, my strong tower. And I worship him, I worship him, with all of my being. |
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