In all my years on this Earth, I don’t think I have ever met a heart as kind, gentle, loving and forgiving as the one beating inside Mrs. R.
A few months ago, I believe it was sometime back in April of this year; 2013; that I was given the opportunity by a dear friend to be a part time companion to her Mother, Mrs. R, 84 years young. The job would be three hours a day, four days a week, from noon to three, with the exception of a few four o’clock days if the young woman who lives here during the evening was not back by three and Mrs. R wasn’t feeling well.
Mrs. R is a pretty healthy woman; a little slow in her movements, but walking well often using a cane, rarely a walker only when she gets dizzy, is doing pretty well for a woman of her years. She can basically, for the most part, take care of herself, and just needs some periodic assistance and someone to be here not only in the case of an emergency but also, just to spend time with her so that she is not alone ten hours or more out of a given day.
I was excited, recently, to find out that this wonderful job was going to be changing from part time to full time, as the lady who lives here will be moving out in a few days, and my friend was going to need someone full time, five days a week during the days or nights to stay with her Mom. I chose the daytime, and boom, just like that, I have a full time job! God is so good because He knew what I needed and supplied my needs as well as Mrs. R’s.
As Christian women, Mrs. R and I frequently read the Bible together and pray. Her sweet soul just exudes the Joy of The Lord and His Holy Spirit is ever present and strong as we read and talk to Him. Such a peace, “That surpasses all understanding,” embraces the whole room with the tender sound of her voice, which calls out in a deep and tender love to Our Savior. These are special times that we treasure; which includes our daily 3 o’clock tea and oatmeal cookie time. She always says, “We do it like they do in England, only an hour earlier.” What a doll she is!
I believe it was last week, Mrs. R and I were sitting at the table finishing our lunch, of course with her four cats watching us, especially Penny who never leaves her side. We both were talking about something, when she started to tell me about her dear husband John, who had passed away just like mine; John, about seven years ago, and mine, Ramon, about three and a half.
She told me that her husband was in the war, I believe it was the Korean War. At the time, she and John were engaged to be married. Every day he saw people around him shot and killed, something no one in their lives ever wants to witness.
Suddenly one day, John fell over and had a seizure. No one there had expected this to happen to a young soldier. They rushed him to a hospital that was so filthy and disarrayed, where he was treated for quite sometime. After his treatment, he was sent back home to the United States.
Upon returning home to the USA, John was beside himself with sorrow, as he found out that while he was in the hospital for his seizure, all of the men in his troop had been shot and killed. He was the only one that survived. He was so grieved and so angry, that he turned his back on God, and walked away.
This devastated Mrs. R, so much that she was praying and thinking about calling off her engagement, for she loved The Lord with all her heart and soul and could not imagine marrying a man who no longer loved or lived for Him.
Not too long after this happened, Mrs. R went to a dear friend and asked for advice on what she should do. She loved John, her then fiancé, but she couldn’t disobey God and be “unevenly yoked,” as she told me.
Her friend told her not to give up on John. That God knew why he had turned his back on him. John had seen much war, blood, injury, death, disease and so much more in his young life, that this was just his way right now of dealing with his pain and grief, and that he would return to The Lord eventually.
Mrs. R took her friend’s advice and married her beloved John a year later, I believe in 1948, if I remember correctly. And after ten years of marriage and what seemed like a lifetime of praying and hoping, a friend of John’s at the time invited him to Church, where he recommitted his life to The Lord.
What a miracle, not only because John re-accepted Jesus in to his heart as his Savior, but also because of what he learned. While he was in the hospital overseas and his friends were killed in combat, he was being protected and saved by the Lord. If he were not in the hospital at that time he himself would have been killed as well.
For reasons we may never know on Earth, John’s troop was killed, and he was protected. God is sovereign and knows best. And yet whatever the reason was that this had happened, it happened for His Glory! John was given a testimony all his own to share with the world, on the deep profound love of Christ Jesus. God simply was not done with him yet. He had work for him to complete. Oh what a Mighty God we serve. He works in mysterious ways but always “for the good of those who love Him.”
Every day I am with Mrs. R. is a blessing to my own heart because, if there is anyone on this planet who totally radiates the Love and Mercy of God, it is surely her.
Even as she spoke to one of her cats, Tiger, today for trying to scratch and fight with one of her others, Penny, Mrs. R spoke to her so sweetly saying something like, “Now Tiger, we have to love each other like Jesus. Even though you’re just a cat, God wants you to love one another like Jesus too.” The whole time she was speaking to Tiger in her calm and gentle voice, she just lay there on the floor, suddenly in a calm mood, listening to Mrs. R, with ears and eyes in a relaxed state, ever so gently patting her tail on the floor.
The Agape Love of Christ can calm the beast as well as the human being. It is so powerful, that nothing can hold it down.
I knew when Mrs. R told me this story the other day about her wonderful husband that I had to write it down and share it. She told it with such grace love, and tenderness, that I started tearing up. Her words, as they always do, and did that day, really touched my heart. I can only look forward to future moments like this with her in the days, months and years to hopefully come.
Besides my beautiful mother, Barbara, if anyone else on this Earth is an Angel from God above, it is definitely Mrs. R. She is a touch from Heaven indeed; the way we were all meant to be.
We love and treasure you, Mrs. R, and we always will; more than you could ever possibly know…