Sonday morning sure came quickly and early! Yup. Once again, very little sleep. What a way to start the Lord's day! Tired.
Oh well, He is in control of all things; especially, my life.
Being the first Sunday of the month, it was time for Communion! My Lord's supper is one thing I truly enjoy participating in.
I thought of a friend of mine, who was touring Israel. Wow! What a blessing, to be able to not just see the Biblical places talked about in the Bible, but to be able to put a vision in your mind for all future reading, too.
Not to mention, walking where Jesus walked! I sure would love to be able to worship on a Lord's Day, in Israel. Imagine having Communion, as a remembrance of my Lord and the last supper! One day, it will happen.
After church, I made my way to South Windsor, where my friend M and her husband D lives. Both cars were home at the time, so I thought they may be home. I hadn't called in advance, because I thought M would be home from hospital, resting.
My intention was not to visit, but to drop off a card and small gift. Something to brighten M's day. When there was no answer, I presumed they were napping. I left the gift and card at their door.
Later, I received a phone call from M. Apparently, she experienced some complications after her surgery, so they kept her in hospital. How shocking that she hadn't made it home, at all!
M let me know that she may/may not be released Monday, but felt that she needed to rest once she arrived home. So, we agreed to wait until later this week to touch base, again.
If you could find it in your heart to pray for M, I would truly appreciate it. She has always been such a blessing to me. And, she has experienced so many physical trials and surgery, especially since the time of Gordon's death.
It just goes to show what a strong Christian woman she truly is. Thank you for your prayer. May God bless you, richly.
Since I was only a hop, skip and jump from the cemetary, I headed over to Gordon's grave.
On our anniversary, I had removed his wreath, because by the beginning of April, they have to be removed. So, it felt rather empty when I approached his grave.
And, so did I. Feel empty, I mean. Life just is not the same without him.
Until next time...
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