It has been quite the weekend.
Not a particularly good one.
It started off with the sudden death
of one of my kittens.
I will go into more detail in a later post.
The thing that really struck hard was the
of the father of one of our dearest friends.
(Guy and Derva Trower on their 65th Anniversary)
"...I've been reflecting on the life of my father as I've compiled notes for his obituary.
On the back cover of his autobiography Printer, Preacher, Parent are two
Bible verses that sum up dad's philosophy on life:
"Remember, we were created to glorify God. He will always be in control."
"Do not sink your roots too deep into this word -
- for we will soon be pulling stakes and leaving in the morning."
(Colossians 3:1 and Romans 12:2)"
Guy was a sweet gentleman.
He always had a story,
he was always ready to encourage
those he encountered,
he was always ready to pray
for any who asked.
He was a talented printer,
he worked with so many print machines
passed his knowledge on to his son.
To quote Tim again:
"On my first day of work with dad at his new
he took me aside and told me,
these machines don't think,
They don't care,
they won't get out of your way."
As with so many things Guy said,
this can be applied to other areas of life.
(btw for printer-aficionados,
both Tim and his father
are members of the
"Ten Finger Club")
Guy was also a talented musician.
Though I never heard him play any
I am told that he could play the
What I heard him play was the
and he made that thing sing beautifully.
I live in the Ozarks
farm tools as musical instruments
is not unusual.
What is unusual is the music Guy
of a simple saw.
I have never heard anything so beautiful come from
a such a simple tool.
When my mother couldn't remember the last 10 minutes
of her life,
she remembered that she
to hear him play.
She couldn't remember her nurses
but when she heard that
was going to be playing
at the nursing home,
she told her nurses to wake her
so she wouldn't miss it.
His music gave her such joy
she would tell me all about it.
When she couldn't remember anything else,
she always remembered his
While Guy's passing leaves a void,
we rejoice that he is no longer in pain
We rejoice because we know
he is making music
But we are saddened
that he is no longer here.
I heard once,
"Where there is breath
there is hope."
So we all selfishly hoped for the day Guy would be
walk out of the nursing home.
I think today he would tell us all,
"I am healed."
I pray for Tim
his many brother's
I pray for Guy's sweet wife
who is dealing with her own health issues.
I pray for the grandchildren,
number of friends
who will all miss Guy.
Guy pulled up stakes
he left in the morning,
just like the scripture he quoted said he would).
he stands with Jesus.
You will be missed dear saint.