There will be times when she will need rest and peace. Today, she would like to preach for a while on the subject, "Looking For A Little Rest." Yeah, she tired and weary in and of the life she living in, When you hear the word "rest" what images come to mind? For her, the word conjures up images of her in recliner, or of she stealing a few precious minutes on her. "meditation sofa" in her study.
poems or breakfast could ever provide,
Precious beautiful sweet angel,
sleepin in getting 'beauty' rest that she needs not,
wantin to be loved,
but not gettin it from the one she got, its worse.
Now with peace and her pain gone she rest’s within our Savior’s arms. But all she gave to friends and kind remains instilled and strong with them. She will remember when, things she alone could do for them. The morning smiles and bits of wit the wants and needs she’d strive to get. The special meals she worked to make, they’ll try but never duplicate. A special ingredient can not be faked; it’s the love within each meal she’didn make.
Her weary body laid to rest, was sadly not the hardest test. More days will come reflecting back to loss of love and emptiness. At breakfast table in morning’s start, her warm smile no longer will she impart. The holidays her presence gave will seem remiss of that, her spirit made.
