What I love about Wednesday

Wednesday is my Bible study day. Last semester Miz A led us in a sozo study. This semester we have a book, Restoring the Foundations, by Chester and Betsy Kylstra.

As much as I love this study and this group, I needed to miss this morning to spend some time alone with the Lord. Scooter didn't mind having me home either. I love his doggie devotion!

After lunch my students begin arriving in ones, twos and threes. This cutie is five years old now and has learned two new songs since Christmas and is playing three short pieces for an adjudicated event in two weeks. I love her posture and bow hold!

After the last students leave my house near six thirty I quickly change clothes, grab a bottle of water and go to Body Flow. I love breathing deeply and working all the muscle kinks out from sitting, standing and playing violin with my students all afternoon. While I'm relaxing at the end of class, I love listening to what the Holy Spirit is saying.
This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it!

Please Pray

My Sisters. My glue. My Monday Marvels. My rock solid prayer warriors. My spoonful of joy when I'm a little low. My accountability when my eyes don't see past myself. My ears when the noise of the world is too loud to hear the Spirit.

Each of these women is a part of the Body of Christ for me. And one of our members is hurting and in trouble. KK is in hospice care. The diagnosis is colon cancer that is metastasized to the liver. The photos are only four weeks old, and we were a healthy part of the Body four weeks ago. If you are reading this, please pray for a miracle of grace, favor, and healing for her.

Diddy

Today Muffin and I attended another funeral for one of the Sunday School class members. He has taught the same class, members in their 70's and 80's, for 14 years. Last week I received a call from the prayer chain that a sweet member in her 80's, 89 last August, had a massive stroke. She had never married and her brothers would have the final decision concerning life supports. While I know that was a difficult decision, anyone who knew her would be certain that she would prefer to go to heaven immediately. Her nephew by marriage officiated at the funeral and it was truly a wonderful service, complete with a slide show of her life, family, friends, one class of students she taught from the many years she was a third grade teacher.

I knew her as Frances, at church and with friends who are her contemporaries in clubs and partners in bridge playing. I would see them out around town at music performances and museums, at meetings and luncheons. They were always smiling and seemed to have little inside jokes, but were never exclusive. One of my music teacher colleagues, also Frances' good friend, has Alzheimers and yet Frances would bring her to meetings, church, and performances just to get her out and away from her usual environment with her daughter. What patience! I didn't know until the service that she earned a Master's degree from Columbia by traveling to NY for many summers while she was teaching in TX during the school year. I learned today at the funeral that Frances' family called her "Diddy". I love that! It was a child's mispronunciation of "Sissy" and it stuck. Her family, one after the other, talked about the fun they had at her house, the loving care she gave to her Mother, and the road trips she still made alone in her car, getting lost in Dallas. They reported that she always trusted God to get her where she wanted to go and would just call a family member and say "I'm lost. Tell me how to find you."

One thing is certain. Diddy knew where she was going when her life on earth ended. And she is there, with Him, rejoicing. What a blessing!