I have set myself a goal of memorizing Psalm 91 and making it a part of who I am. I have been reading it aloud for the last couple of years or so, in rotation with several other Scriptures. It was one of the Psalms I read to and tried to quote to my husband by memory during that last trip. I knew bits and pieces, but I want to get it in my 'knower' so to speak.
There's a part in there about angels taking charge over all my ways, and I got a glimpse of that yesterday. I forgot to get my towel before I got in the shower, and the kittens have figured out how to open the bathroom door. That means when I finished my shower, I had to get out and get my towel and it was cold because they had opened the door. So I grabbed the towel from across the room and hurried back into the shower where it was warm to dry off. Hurrying and wet is not a good combination.
Let's just say I didn't know I could do a split. And the threshold of the shower is hard. But the only words (not sounds, but words) out of my mouth were, "Thank You, Jesus". I could have broken my dadgum neck. Instead, all I have to show for my stupidity is a twisted knee and some amazing bruises. My angels were working hard and they saved my bacon.
But there's also another part of that Psalm that I talked with Dad about tonight. At the end, God says "with long life I will satisfy him". I have to believe that my husband was satisfied. He could and probably should have died nearly six years ago with the first heart attack. Instead, I got to spend three years with him 24/7 after I took the severance. During that three years, we worked hard and played harder. We had wonderful times and he got to meet Tom Mangelsen, a man whose work he has admired for many years. He fulfilled several dreams on that particular trip, not to mention the other trips we took.
So even if I think that 53 years is too few, my husband must have been satisfied. He did not want to die slowly and in poor health, so he got what he wanted. Dad and I both think that he knew more than what he said to either of us. But we'll have to wait until we see him again before we find out, and I have a sneaking suspicion that at that point it won't matter.
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