It's interesting how the death of one beloved family member can stir up memories of others who have gone on before. I actually find this rather comforting, a resurrection of sorts, and so, since our David went home last week, I have been enjoying unexpected visits with some dear memories.
As I looked into my bathroom mirror this morning, applying face cream, suddenly my dear old dad was looking over my shoulder, just as he did one morning when I was just 13 and brushing my teeth at the basin. He held out a little bluebottle of Lanoline Milk. "It seems you’ve inherited my tendency to dry skin, my girl. Use this every day from now on." So was born a lifelong habit!
And the memory no sooner surfaced, than a treasured scripture drifted into my heart: "As a father pities his children, So the Lord pities those who fear him." Psalm 103:13 (NKJV)
As I look down my many years as a child of God, I wonder at how often my Father has looked over my shoulder as I examined my image in His mirror and with infinite kindness, handed me a remedy, an answer, beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning.
“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” 1 Cor. 13:12 (NIV)
