Going back to Saturday night. My niece likes to text me late I was already in bed but not asleep yet. I heard my messages go off while another message went off on my phone at the same time so I missed hers. I forgot about hearing that first regular message and had turned off the lights, taken my glasses off and put my drops in my eyes ready for bed. Nearly 15 minutes had passed and I remembered I had heard that other sound go off without getting my glasses seen It was her asking me what I was doing.
So I answered her question but was tired so I skipped to the punchline. Are you going to come to church with me? Just like I hadn’t gotten this response in quite a while, but when a certain baby is around there are stars in a couple of people’s eyes. So instead she told me No I will be asleep. That was her normal excuse that she had not used in a while. It struck the chord enough. I was about to leave it at that and say goodnight and go back to sleep. The Holy Spirit wouldn’t let me though.
Before I could respond it was almost like she knew she had twisted the knife. She said goodnight and love you so before I really stopped looking at my phone I sent two heart emojis with a prayer emoji in the middle. Then I noticed she sent three purple hearts. Then that was it I was out for the night.
Waking up with all of that in my mind was still not easy. I never questioned my parents or grandparents about going to church on a Sunday morning it was a routine and it was a time for being with my extended family. I didn’t get a choice to stay home, but I couldn’t be home alone she takes this option only because she has what I didn’t have. People in our family that do not go to church thereby giving her the option to refuse to go to church. That is the kicker though isn’t it, when you give the child the options; instead of being the parent versus being their friend.
Once I got up and got dressed mom helped talk me into going. Plus I had finished the second half of the baby’s gift I made for the preacher and his wife. I was looking forward to handing that over to her especially. A part of me wanted to do this in a semi-private setting, thankfully It worked out that way. Dottie a special friend also got to see the towels as I handed them to the mother and their reactions said so much to me. It was a sweet moment.
Then Sunday School started and I get a warm soulful feeling seeing my cousins up there speaking. I do with different men thinking about these men I have grown up knowing they are like my parents age, except for my cousins, of course. Every time I see Dave Clark up there speaking I see his parents. His Dad was a man of few words, but when he spoke you listened and his mother had a beautiful voice she was a music leader and was part of a trio at the church. He gave me and mom her music after she died. This was very special having known her and heard her sing I have so many special memories within this church and the many people who have come and gone through those doors.
When my cousin spoke something that had been nonchalantly swirling in my mind instantly came together at once. The book of Proverbs wasn’t even mentioned, but it has been in my mind for weeks if not months. Something in my mind solidified yesterday morning because of my cousin’s way of words. Yes I said that specifically, cause he has also said the same about me and my words and writing.
Jewells of Thought 
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