Aren’t you thankful that we have taste buds? A moment in time spent with my dying sister-in-law often brings a happy remembrance. She no longer had the ability to taste food but nonetheless, after every chemo session she asked to be taken to our favorite restaurant where she ordered massive quantities of food. When I asked if she had regained her sense of taste she answered, “No, but I do have my memory and my memory tells me this is delicious!”
My sister-in-law sought in her cancer to, in her own words “bow the knee” to whatever God brought her way. As I have had to look for something ‘salty, sweet and just right’ this week I remembered her. I remembered the Lord’s merciful loving kindness to her as she walked through the valley of the shadow of death. You see, food was a great comfort to her throughout her life and even as she went through that valley, God gave her “a memory.”
“Because Your loving kindness is better than life my lips will praise You.” Psalm 63:3
Yes, today I am thankful for taste buds. And I am also thankful for this JOY DARE I am on along with countless others.
Something salty – pita crisps with olive oil and sea salt.
Something sweet – malted milk robin eggs.
Something just right – Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.
Listening to Lectures to My Students by Charles Spurgeon, a great classic, thankful for men who weren’t afraid to speak truth.
Listening to Pilgrim’s Progress, thankful for prose that delights the mind and the soul.
The sound of my own voice working on memory verses aloud and letting the Word of God sink deep and grow roots. Thankful for the nourishing process of memorization.
Laughter in watching the pooch guard her porch from mountain critters, in particular that black pesky Elbert squirrel.
Laughter watching her get right in hubby’s CPAC covered face, hovering over the mask like she is saying, “What’s up with the noisy mask, dude?”
More laughter watching her ‘star gaze’ on a beautiful clear mountain night with the brilliant stars above her.
And a new kind of laughter bubbling up deep within the grandma heart as a video is watched of sweet babe making funny faces as she sleeps.
A warm morning on the deck sipping coffee and letting Vitamin D soak into my bare arms.
Thankful for three women on Friday:
~ a sweet lady that sat next to me in an Apple class, laughing together
~ a sweet daughter I shared a lunch with, always looking out for me
~ a sweet friend’s email showing her love
Counting my eucharisteos to one thousand ~
In Memory of Debbie,
who glorified the Lord as she walked through her last valley.
Take a moment, friend to savor a song that always touches me deep within.