She calls me Mary. My paternal grandmother’s name was Mary. She died young. Isn’t that always the case? Life seems to end before we’re done living it; but not with the ninety-something little angel that I’ve been taking care of. She can’t always remember me, but she calls me Mary just the same. Today she asked me what my name was. I told her my name, but she kept on repeating it incorrectly.
I finally told her, “You call me Mary.” She looked up at me and smiled. She liked that. Her name is Martha, but I’ll call her Mary, because I’ve always been the Martha. How many times has the Lord told me, “Martha, Martha, thou art careful over many things, but Mary, she has chosen the better way.”
Yes, I am forever a Martha; but this little doll, she is only mindful of being with her Savoir. Mary wants to go Home. She’s told me so many times. Mary will go Home soon, I am sure of it. But while she is still here on this earth, it is my responsibility that she is cared for and comfortable. She notices the little things in life these days, as her strength is almost gone and her eyesight is growing dim.
She’s searching for the Father. “I wish He were here,” she whimsically told me.
“He is here right now,” I told her, “Inside of me. See, the light in my eyes. It’s from the Lord. My smile is from Him too. The light in your eyes and your smile is from the Lord too.”
When we finished with her shower, she asked me if I was going to put her back together. I promised that I would. Piece by piece we put Mary back together again. I put her tiny wisp of hair in an equally tiny little braid. “Do I look pretty?” she asked me.
“Beautiful.” I replied.
Mary beamed. She was fresh and clean and beautiful! I tidied her bed so that she could feel like a Princess, and I helped Mary get into bed. I pulled the covers neatly up to her chin, and she lie there all cuddled up and pampered. I know what glorious looks like. It’s all cleaned up and ready to go Home! That’s truly a glorious sight!
Mary glowed. To see her so warm and cared for, I glowed too. Glorious! Yes, my work was done. Mary closed her tired little eyes and slept – a babe in the arms of her Lord.
“When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.”
-Proverbs 3:24 (KJV)
“Lord, when I am weary please help me to remember that You love me and You are always there for me. Please help me to always trust in Your great grace and plan, even when I’m…”