Our son David performed a funeral yesterday. There was a glitch and instead of “How Great Thou Art” being piped in, “You Light Up My Life” was used.
He let me know it brought back memories of our living in Illinois and he—as a 13 year old— had called a radio station requesting they play “You Light Up My Life” for his 6 year old sister. Sweet memory.
Up to a point.
We had a head-injured son in a facility almost 2 hours away. It was a horrible year. We lived in a rented house surrounded by frozen corn fields covered with mounds of snow. No neighbors.
In our trying to find a church, one preacher boldly announced he had a gun behind the pulpit “so don’t even think of stealing the offering”. Another church asked me to play the piano (our first time there) during Communion, warning that our family couldn’t partake because we were not members.
I was so lonely that I decided I needed to go out each day. I just wasn’t sure where to go on icy roads in the middle of nowhere. But I came up with a plan.
It took a half hour to get the car out of the garage. I took a match to thaw the frozen door handle on the inside of the garage door (no remote at this house—except the location) I finally—after prayer and fasting—got the handle to turn so I could lift the heavy door. I would heat the car key so I could insert it into the frozen keyhole.
I’d shovel newly-fallen snow which covered solid ice before gingerly backing out my car.
Finally! The Promised Land of Dairy Queen.
“Behind the Counter Guy” would say the same thing every day: “What’ll you have?” I would answer every single day: “A hot dog with mustard and onions.” Counter guy would then respond, “Drink ?” “Yes. Sprite.” And that was that.
Some days I was tempted to see if I could throw Counter Guy off and ask for relish. My secret wish was that he’d say, “You want your regular?” But he never did.
Why would someone go to that extreme for a brief conversation? Moms with young children. Moms with special-needs children.
Anyone who is desperately lonely.
I want to be a friendly voice.
Then I can tell them of Someone who loves to hear them talk. And He even knows what their regular is.
He lights up my life. I relish that.