He was tall, had curly hair, and that’s about all I remember. But when his wife joined our music club last year, she looked vaguely familiar, her last name matched his, and then I remembered her too. She was friends with my mother, and he was my Vice Principal in junior high school. It has been nearly forty years since I was a student there.
Today our music group shared music with each other, and we met in her home. Earlier this week I was trying to decide what to play on the piano. Last night I decided on one of my favorites; Intermezzo Opus 118, No. 2, by Brahms. As it turned out, from our small group of ten musicians, another pianist had chosen that exact piece to play. So we each played our own interpretation. Then our host told us that her husband downloaded this piece and listened to it every day until he died. She said it brought him comfort and peace.
It is like a love song of our God, who like a devoted mother, cradles us tenderly and loves us dearly. ~Joyce Rupp
I lift up my eyes to the hills – from where will my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade at your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time on and forevermore. –Psalm 121
Bread for the Journey 