I have never been known for my emotional strength. I have a tendency to get choked up at important of emotional events. For some reason, things just get to me. I don't like it and the more I try to avoid it the more it takes control.
As I was sitting in church this morning one of those moments almost happened. Normally I break while speaking or singing or having some sort of public roll, but this morning I was nearly overcome by the reality of how fragile and short and precious life is.
Allen Sheppard died yesterday. He was an elderly man at church. Had to be in his early 90's, but was kind and gentle and faithful to the church and to his wife Waltina. Allen and Waltina were on Blake's Sunday morning list of visits. We would make our rounds to the various senior saints to give hugs and kisses and Blake would receive all sorts of treats. Allen and Waltina always gave Blake some sort of Chik-Fil-A or Burger King kids meal gift. Allen would always give Blake two quarters, with specific instructions, one for his piggy bank and one for Anna. Blake always kept both. Waltina said to me that Blake's hugs and kisses were worth the effort it took to come to church. It makes me sad that Waltina is alone now. I tried to explain to Blake that Mr. Allen went to see God and is going to live in Heaven now. Poor explanation but I was at a loss.
John Bowen was sitting by himself this morning. John and F.A. are also on our morning hug and kiss list, but F.A. stayed home today. Her back is bad and both of them suffer from the physical strains of being in their late 80's. On a cold icy morning like it was today, what pushes John to get up and drive himself to church. Faithful to his life as a believer.
The Sheppards and the Bowens are great examples to me of faithful living. I would be honored to stand as strong as they do when I reach that age.
Coby came back from Iraq this last week. He is home for a 3 week leave. He is working as a security specialist with the government in Iraq. His wife and kids could not quit touching him this morning. It was so great to watch Christian hold her husbands arm and rub his hand. Their family is whole again and they are all so very happy.
As I am looking around the church at these various acts of living it moves me to the point were I can't sing. I am choked up at the thought of Waltina, the sight of John and the joy of the Briehn family. I am forced to think about my own life, and the reality of this world.
Sometimes I have to write just to share the thoughts that are going through my head. Have a blessed week.
About Me
- Byron
- A Highschool Coach and Teacher with an Incredible Wife, a Wonderful Son, and a Beautiful little Girl
4 comments:
Well, at least you're in good company with the tears (or in MY company -- you be the judge of how good that is!)
I didn't know Mr. Sheppard died!! I adore that man. What a precious, precious soul. Nor did I know that Coby was going to have a chance to come home! I'm so happy for all of them! Coby and Mr. Sheppard, both home -- but Waltina is much lonelier than Christian. Bless them all. Thank you for sharing that moment.
One of the coolest things I've ever seen is you taking Blake around church to visit older members. I've told several people about that; I like to brag on my friends. I wish more people had your level of emotional strength. Some people aren't able to empathize with others. Clearly, empathy is one of your gifts.
the fact that tears come easily to you is one of the things i love about you, byron bundy! don't you ever try to shut that off. i remember one of my professors at acu (i think it was jeanene...) say that tears are evidence that the holy spirit is moving within you. i like that.
I just read your blog tonight. I remember Mr. Sheppard. He was a very warm man. Tell Mr. Bowen hi too, I hope he remembers me.
I think it is great too that you take Blake around to the old folks. That very well may be the only interaction with a bright smiling kid all week.
Glad you're ok from your fall. That could easily have taken a much darker turn.
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