The Daily Post prompt yesterday was Finite Creatures. When did I realize we are mortal? I think on some level I always knew. My mother’s mother died a year before I was born, to the day. Mom always remembered her mother on my birthday. She baked a cake too. Her father also died before I was born.
My parents spoke of everyone, and my memories include these conversations. My father’s father died when I was in elementary school. His mother died in 1973. I also remember Bible stories. My mother lived to be in her 80s, and she truly did not expect a long life. She had lost many people, including my dad when she was in her 60s. She loved literature and often quoted from novels and poetry. I miss our conversations. We shall meet again.
praying the Psalms . . .
other times and places
cross my mind
and I am blessed
by God’s love
and care
once again
Psalm 23 (KJV)
A Psalm of DavidThe LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
