“You give marvellous comrades to me; the faithful who dwell in the land.” (From Ps.16:3)
Last Thursday I woke as usual after three hours sleep and listened. I found myself audibly but quietly (so as not to waken Hilary) giving thanks for people I have known who had been an inspiration in my life….those who have by their example called me on to know and love God better.
An hour and a half later the Spirit was still bringing people to mind from different times and places and seasons of our life. Many of you who are reading this would have been in my litany of thanksgiving – installed in my ‘hall of faith’!
“Thank you Father for………………… Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
It was a wonderfully inspiring experience recalling and honoring all those whose faces came to mind!
I got up out of bed as I often do and went downstairs and outside to stand on the grass and look up into the sky. The moon was bright before me illumining the wispy clouds covering most of the sky. Then I noticed a star between clouds, and then close by, another star in another space, and then two more over there and one more here……….
Father was showing and confirming in the sky what I had just done. Under his great light he was pointing me to little spots of the same light. There were countless stars up there, many more visible to my naked eye, but I had been given to see a small selection of them……..the ‘marvelous comrades’ that he had given to me over my lifetime……real ‘stars’ – in his and my estimation.
Then this morning it occurred to me that last night the Ringo Starr saga I wrote about a few weeks ago got an unexpected epilogue. Ringo and band were performing at the local “Mystic Lake Casino.” Ben’s publicist asked him if he wanted to go. He wasn’t feeling well, but decided at the last minute he would go……only to find himself being invited onstage to join Ringo in his final number………With A Little Help From My Friends!
The photo above is Ben’s subsequent Instagram post.
In the ‘light’ of my experience last night I realized that even the line, “I get high with a little help from my friends” get’s redeemed as I consider those ‘friends’ who have helped me by called me upward and onward in life.
Last week was the 25th anniversary of our move to the USA. Abby posted a photo also on her Instagram of our arriving at our new home (which we had bought in faith never having seen it!) 25 years ago.
My litany of thanks got extended as I spotted some of those who welcomed us here then, and made sure we had a bed to sleep on and food on the table!
Thank you Father for Theresa and Dave!
Thank you Father for Tony and Colette!
Thank you Father for Jake and Ali!
Thank you Father for Chris and Karin!