“Grief and joy danced together as if they had a right to.” from Bring on The Rain by Angie Smith



My e-mail dinged as I was writing a blog post this morning. Something in my heart prompted me to check it. It wasn’t good news and yet it was. I continued to write, looking up scriptures and words, piecing together the story  I had planned.

But my heart was heavy. Too heavy to allow me to go on. I felt God whispering in my soul to share what had so heavily been placed upon my heart.

Several times I have mentioned here I attend the mid-day Senior Bible Study at my Church on Wednesdays. I trudged through the first time or two, arguing with God there’s no place for me there. After all I’m not yet a “senior”.

But God is sovereign and always has a plan. And sometimes I feel he may get a chuckle out of watching me as I dig in, and He tenderly molds me with His hands. An attitude adjustment. A heaping dose of humility.

A new place to love and learn. A place dripping with wisdom and faithfulness.

Legacies like you wouldn’t believe.

Over weeks and then months, Senior Bible Study became a place I loved to be. Names and faces becoming familiar to me. Their ailments and sorrows fresh as mine. And they took me in.

Everyone soon became dear to me. But one in particular had wooed my heart.

He never failed to smile as he passed me with his walker. I could tell it tickled him to move faster than me.

We lost that precious person today.

Grief and joy are dancing together as I write.

The Lord is smiling. A good and faithful servant called Home today.

We’ll be facing an empty seat come Wednesday week. I will be carrying a gaping hole in my heart.

These folks on Wednesday’s, they are the “bones” of the church. What Jean Fleming calls the “scaffolding”.

And it rattles loud when you loose one.

Big shoes left to fill. A time for us all to step up to the plate, and commit to be more diligent in The Word. A deeper commitment to be “fishers of men”. More time on our knees and heads bent in prayer.

A commitment to build a legacy for God.

My heart and my prayers go out to his family. His precious wife of 60 plus years. Their load is heavy today. They’re bent in grief. But their is joy in Heaven as well.

My heart quiets and strains to hear the Heavenly Choir.

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; 

you have loosed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness, 

that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!”

Psalm 30:11&12 ESV

Graced by God

Tammy Mashburn