In The Winter Of Our Life

In the winter of our lives.

As we close out or lives we hope we have touched a few. And know many have touched us.
We have sisters who work far away from us in lands that are hard for those who live in it.

Sisters who love God and who know Jesus very well. They meet Him in every one they find. All the children they pick up out of the dump. And trash. Newly born sometimes we find them to late. Oft times they last a few hours. But we love them in that short time. Once picked up. And we know they will soon be gone. They will remain in the arms of our sister. Loved loved.

They are mostly female children. mothers who let them go do so because they know what a life as a female child and then a women will be. I will not go into the details of such a life.

But for a moment. They are cared for and loved.

These are the sisters who go out for us. And then we have the ones who stay behind to work and provide the means to care for these small wee ones.

They work all their life. What ever way they can to help pay for the need . Many are our solitaries who dedicate themselves to prayer and work for every one else.

In the last few weeks we have lost two of our old ones. One within hours of the other. We have been blessed by these our sisters who like all of us work in chosen obscurity.
A power house of prayer for those in the front lines. Lately we have been feeling low. The loss of so many of our foundation sisters.

I am telling all this while leading up to this wee story.

This week I get a call. Sr::::: is very sick. OK say I. I will be there in the morning. I was not there for the others. And We needed to be for her. Another of our ancient power houses. Old grand women of God. Then later in the day I get the call she has passed. Sigh:: This was to much. To miss being there. Well the sisters prepared her. Dressed her. Candles lit. Every one on prayer shift. I arrive. She is looking grand in her habit. Lovely women. Sisters crying all over the place. We begin the prayers for her. Anointing oil in hand I anoint her eyes.

They open. somewhat startled I reach to close them. !!She says what are you doing!! Needless to say surprise went through every one. [No one is saying that word. ]You could have cut the air with a knife. And I hissed::; did no one take her BP.

She looks around sees what is happening. And starts to laugh. Well once started no one could stop. Laugh we did. Laughed when she said Well I will not need a bath for a few days.

And a good laugh we needed.

Says she thank God for the three day wait before we bury. Well you best double check before announcing the next one says she.
Well God has a sense of humor. We are still laughing. Sister has a sleep disorder. And with the loss of the two sisters only a short few weeks ago. They panicked. Sigh. What a day we had.

Today she is up and working as always. In her funny way she now has a stethoscope by her bed.

LOL.

This story will go for a very long time.When we need a good chuckle this will do it.

Bless your night. Sigh::: What a day.