Deliverance

This past Saturday morning, we went to Mrs. Worthington's funeral (have you seen her up there yet? If there was a smiley face on this blog, I would use it right here). She fell and broke her hip a few weeks ago and pretty much went downhill from there. She had surgery but really wasn't a candidate for physical therapy, so at some point Hospice was brought in to help her. Anyway, she was 97 years old! I was thinking at the funeral that she had 80 more years of life than you. That's amazing. What a wonderful lady.

Hope had a little bit of a hard time there because it was the first funeral she had been to since yours. It made her think of you plus she was sad about losing Mrs. Worthington. Bernice had been at church just a few weeks ago and gave everyone hugs and told Hope how much she loved her dimples. Anyway, Pastor Matt was talking about how the end was difficult for Mrs. Worthington and she was experiencing some mental turmoil. He said that God delivered her from that trial by taking her to heaven when he did. I realized that is what He did for you too. The accident was so bad that probably, even worse than you being killed, would have been for you to wake up from it and have to deal with the aftermath of the injuries. God DELIVERED you (and us) from that. How wonderful is He? My goodness!

There was a song that Mrs. Naomi sang called Beyond the Sunset. I know I've heard it before and I think she even sang it at her mom's or dad's funeral. I'm trying to look up the lyrics. It was very meaningful to me (and to Hope later I found out) because we imagined how it was for you to be taken to Jesus by the hand to meet Him. Like I said, I'm going to look up the lyrics and record them in another post. It was such a beautiful thought. LoveyouLoveyouLoveyou!

Side note: The day of Bernice's funeral, we got word that Kristy Collins had her baby. He arrived 3 days earlier than expected. I find that interesting that the day we were saying good-bye to one member of our church that we were welcoming a new baby into our church family. It was making me tear up on Saturday morning when I realized that, because it reminded me of something that Jon Snoeberger pointed out at the Thanksgiving eve service how God gives and God takes away. He mentioned how the year we lost Laura Jacks (and you) in 2015, four babies were born in the summer at our church. He also pointed out that even though the Worrells got a divorce, right around that same time another couple got engaged. Mrs. Widgeon remembered that too when we were talking at the funeral.