Dorothy

Even to your old age and gray hairs
    I am he, I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
    I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4 NIV

Dorothy sits with folded hands, staring straight ahead with a peaceful smile singing quietly along with every line of the hymns. Those folded hands, resting on her lap on occasion still pass over the keys of the piano in the corner of the room. Though her eyes can no longer see the keys she still amazingly finds every note. Dorothy reminds me of today’s verse, as I see her calm, unshaken faith. Hers is a faith undimmed by the passing of time. She was witnessed God’s sustaining power that has carried her through the years. Here as she nears the end of the journey, God has kept every promise and has rescued her from doubts, depression and fear. Undisturbed by the loss of what most of us simply take for granted, I think that she knows a day is coming soon when her fingers will reach out to touch keys again and they will ring with a melody of heaven. And I ask her, “Dorothy, what is your favorite hymn? What would you like me to play for you today?”

“Oh, I love them all!” she happily exclaims.

Then another lady calls out her request, “Love Lifted Me!” Dorothy nods with a smile, as I tune the guitar, and ready it to play the next song. Then as we begin to sing, I wonder just who is ministering to who, and how does Jesus hear the praise we are lifting together to Him?

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How Does God’s Love Lift Us?

If you have ever sung this song, have you wondered just exactly how God’s love lifted us? Today I shared a story of when our three-year-old son was hurrying to go to church because he knew his grampa and gramma were going to be there. So instead of holding his mom’s hand and walking on the sidewalk, he cut across our lawn, but as he ran, his little toes tripped over tree root. Though he was unhurt, he muddied the beautiful white turtleneck shirt he was wearing from top to bottom. Now Nancy did not spank him, laugh at him or even yell. Instead, she quickly brought him inside, cleaned him up and put a clean shirt on him. Then she gently led him by the hand down to our car and off we went! In the same way, Jesus picks us up when we have fallen in the mud. Washes us with His own blood and dresses us in the white robes of his righteousness. Then He lifts us up and leads us all the way to Heaven. All we have to do to keep holding onto His hand!