Delivered to my PO Box in this colorful, tie-dyed envelope, was a letter from an 83 year old widow. Mary had seen me on Trinity Broadcasting Network at 1:45am and loved my music. Not sure why the old folks are up in the wee hours like that. I remember my Grandma would often get up while it was still dark outside and get to cleaning the house. Mom always said her house was so clean you could eat off the floors. She ironed the bed sheets, too, and wiped her toy poodle’s back side with toilet tissue whenever Tinker did her business in the yard.
Miss her. And miss her homemade noodles.
But, back to the letter. So, there she was one night listening to me sing. She shared that she’s a born-again Christian and how for many years the Lord has brought things to her at odd hours of the morning. She wrote, ‘Perhaps this isn’t something you’d be interested in; I just know He “informs” me of things when I’m not the one doing the talking!’
Isn’t that adorable?!
That night she heard this…
Jesus is at my right hand; Jesus is at my left hand; Jesus is behind me; Jesus is in front of me; Jesus is above my head and Jesus washed my feet (or washes my feet), I inhale Jesus and Jesus exhales me.
Beautiful words. Oh, how our hearts burn for that breathing in and out kind of intimacy with Jesus.
It struck me that when I’m 83 I hope I’m still listening to Jesus in the wee hours. That when He’s got something to tell me that I’ll still have ears to hear, if even through a hearing aide. Grandma used to wear one. We’d hug her, it would make a little beep, and she’d say, “You ring my bell!” She passed on from a brain aneurysm back in 2010 and now makes her Home with Jesus. I don’t suppose she needs that ‘ole hearing aide anymore.
Thank you, sweet Mary, for your obedience in writing what He told you. I trust He’ll accomplish the purpose for which it was sent. Thank you for being a conduit of His great love and mercy. And painting a picture of His presence that surrounds us, especially in the watches of the night.
“On my bed I remember You; I think of You through the watches of the night. Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I stay close to You; and your right hand upholds me.” (Psalm 63:6-8)
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…