If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'd know that I visited a funeral home. My friend, V was there, because she died.
Originally, V's daughters spoke with me about praying at her funeral. I agreed to do this. It was then, when I let them know I had hoped to do a eulogy, and sing. They agreed.
Then, while I attended the visitation Tuesday evening, I found out that there would be no minister, or priest, there. This was rather shocking to me.
What was even more shocking, was when I was told that I was the person they wanted to officiate at V's funeral.
For the eulogy, I wrote out what I wanted to say. I already knew what I wanted to sing. And, as far as praying goes, I wasn't the least bit worried.
But, this would be something new for me. To do a complete funeral service.
Hopefully, you understand that I prayed about this.
If you've read LwL for a while, you'll know that a couple of times, I have been asked at the last minute of a grave-side service, to pray and/or sing. And, I had done it.
This was a lot more, really. Especially, since this wouldn't be a case where only a few people were to be present.
I prayed. Bigtime.
Praise God! He helped me. He gave me wisdom to know what to say.
This brought to mind Exodus 4:12, "Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say."
And, He did. He led me to know what to say. And, not just at the funeral home. But, also at the cemetery.
For this, I am truly thankful!
Until next time...
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