Sunday: Have you ever been so happy you couldn't sleep? It is going to be difficult to chronicle what I want to say and actually find WORDS that will adequately describe my joy about what happened yesterday ... but I'm going to give it my best effort anyway.
I went to Calvary Church yesterday, both services, because my Sunday school class meets every 2nd, 4th, and 5th Sundays during the first service, and then I worship during the second service. I have really learned to enjoy and actually love my Sunday school class. Perhaps it's because I am one of the younger (!!) members ... which means there are not any single men of interest that I am at risk of being stupid enough to actually get involved in a relationship with. Zero.
But there are some really lovely couples in the class and some widowed ladies too. There are a few single men, but they look like they are closed to being 100 years old! There are two teachers, both of whom are able teachers, and the class supports each other in prayer and truly seem to care about each other.
After class was over, I sat in what has now become my "usual place" in the auditorium. I used to sit (years ago) just off the center aisle, (on the left) toward the front, but not terribly close to the front. This was back in the days when Emma came to church with me almost every Sunday. NOW, I sit over on the orchestra side rather close to the front, row 3 or 4 typically, and my good friend Cheryl sits with me.
Yesterday's service was really a wonderful time of worship. We had a guest teacher, a former Muslim who came to faith in Jesus while living in a refugee camp (he was actually BORN in a refugee camp) somewhere in Turkey (if I remember correctly). His testimony was so incredibly amazing to hear! And how in love this man is with Jesus now! As I listened to him speak I wished so badly that Emma was sitting next to me, like in the old days, and could hear how Jesus changed this man's life too--because I knew she would love his story.
After the service ended, Cheryl and I were walking in the open space outside of the sanctuary, each of us heading towards the parking lot where we had parked when I looked ... AND THERE SHE WAS!
Emma! It was Emma! I was so absolutely thrilled and so full of JOY I thought I would burst--I'm serious! Emma had been in the service and was sitting in the area where we used to sit, only closer up--she said she thought perhaps I would see her, but I did not. We hugged and briefly talked and agreed that Emma would drive to my house where we would share lunch and hang out for awhile. I was so thankful I still had enough of one of her favorite casseroles in the refrigerator that I just had to heat up, so we ate and then we talked and laughed ... it was just like it used to be when I saw her more regularly. I am so thankful for this time with her--I was so happy that I kept waking up in the middle of the night just from the joy of spending time with her. We got all caught up on family news, and she shared a lot of what was happening in her life and with Kota. What a gift from the Lord! How kind HE IS!
PS--This picture (above) was taken on her birthday at my house back in August. It's really the most recent picture I could find to post. I didn't snap any of her yesterday--I thought about it, and I wanted to but I didn't, because I didn't want to be rude.















































