We have clouds but no rain. Which is okay because it is nice
to not have heat. This is sort of a random post. My daughter is
29 today. So I wanted to wish her a happy birthday. I am keeping
her babies today so she can go out and have a birthday with
her husband. The kids are spending the night with Gama too.
I will get to remember how hard a job that young mom's have
and hopefully she will get to have some rest.
I wanted to share a story today, because you know those times
in your life when you look back and you know that God had a plan
for your life and that He protected you from harm and sometimes
it is really huge.
Before I married, I worked in a grocery store in a older part of our town.
Down the street from where I worked was the cemetery. The funny thing
about this grocery store is my grandparents at one time lived down the street,
My grandpa used to carry me there on his shoulder and he would buy me cream
soda. My Dad worked there once, and I met my husband and got engaged there. I have a lot
of history in this grocery store.
Someday I should do a post called " Me and the Grocery Store."
I had this thought on this day that I wanted to take flowers to the Cemetery
to my Mom's grave. It was a Monday and we were short handed all day and it
was a busy day. The flowers were sitting behind me on a counter and I kept
thinking there would be a break in the customers and I could run up there.
My manager knew this but we had been so busy that day I didn't even have
time for a lunch hour.
Finally about 6:00 P. M. my manager looked at me and said, " it has slowed
down a bit, you could run up there if you wanted."
I took my flowers and jumped in my car and went. You can't do it now,
but in those days, you could just drive in and park. My Mom's grave sits
by a big stone that says Rock of Ages on it. Her gave is underneath a tree
called The Tree of Heaven. On the right side of her grave is the Mausoleum.
The sun was beginning to go down and planted all around the cemetery to the
back is Oleander. As I was standing there at the grave. I still wonder what it was
but the wind started blowing, I mean really blowing. Then all around the place
from every direction came the sound of singing. Not words really but like a Choir
but not like a speaker, it was all around me. I looked around to see if I could see
anything or if I saw people but I didn't it was just me. I stood there a bit longer
but the singing got louder and the wind stronger and I got afraid.
So I ran to my car and jumped in and went back to work. My manager looked
at me funny when I came in but it was busy again and I went back to working.
By the time the store closed that night I did not think about it to much because
I thought people would think I was crazy. (Now I am writing it on a blog.)
The next morning when I went in to work, my manager was watching me kinda
weird, and I said, "What?" He asked me, " Did you see anything last night when
you went to the graveyard?" I said "No, just the wind was blowing and stuff."
"Why?" He took a newspaper down off the rack and turned it to the front page.
There on the front page was a story of a girls murder that night about the time
I had been in the cemetery and it had happened by the mausoleum next to the oleanders.
He asked me " Was I sure I had not seen anything." I hadn't but I had to go sit
down, because I was scared. Really scared. It still makes me feel funny even writing
it out. He had called the police and they came in and asked me questions. I told them
about the singing and the wind but I couldn't tell them anything else. The girl had been
my age and I have often wondered was it angels sent to get me out of there.
As far as I know the case was never solved. I am reminded of Jeremiah 29 :11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
I have always known even when I didn't believe in Him, He has always believed in me. I know He has always guided my life and with my daughters birthday today, just as my life changed
that day on October 6th, 1981, His mind was to give me hope and now with grandchildren,
a future. I am thankful today, that our life is made up of tiny miracles, and each one becomes
the fabric of our lives.
I still wonder about the singing, the only place I have ever read about anything like that was when I was reading the book written by Steve Saint, called End of the Spear about the rest of the story after he and his family went to live with the Waodani warriors that killed his Dad, Nate Saint as well as the other missionary's. In that book, the Waodani talk about how after they speared the men to death, it was as if there was a choir singing in the jungle,
they had never heard it before and it scared them. So I have always wondered was that what
I heard. I have never had the nerve to go back at dusk again. I am a chicken. Just some random
thoughts I was having today.
Have a great Wednesday!
Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!(Psalm. 107:6)