These have been dreary days. Peter now has a place to keep his dog up in Portland so we are dogless. Mom is especially sad and keeps remembering that Mira was a sweet dog. On top of that, we have had three straight days of fog that hasn’t lifted. Last night Teckla and I stirred ourselves to go to the small Wednesday night prayer meeting at the church. There’s usually only four or five of us. We asked Mom if she was wanted to walk over to church with us. She said she was too tired, so Teckla and I started across the street by ourselves. At the edge of the street, we heard the front door open.
It was Mom. She said, “The Holy Spirit convicted me about being too lazy to go to prayer meeting.” She is 91 and doesn’t catch every word we say, but she hears God just fine.
I know Mom sometimes feels a little depressed about being unable to do all the stuff she once did. She is probably tempted to feel useless. But she shouldn’t. The example of her sensitivity to the Holy Spirit, her faithfulness to obey God, and the fervency of her love for God are pure gold. I would rather hear her pray than hear the most eloquent theologian preach. Is she useless? Not even a little. But she may need a dog.
