Slowed down Saturday

Today has been in such a slow mode that I keep thinking it is Sunday. It is probably because James and I spent most of the day in church. We went to Westfield, ND to a funeral for one of his Nieuwsma cousins. That wasn’t here name now, but it was the name Gladys was born with when she came into the world. She is related to James on his mother’s side because her father and James’ mother were siblings. They are both gone now. Gladys and James, like most of his cousins, are double cousins. James and Gladys are also related in that her mother was aunt to James’ father. You figure this out and we will both have it straight.

Double cousins are different that connecting with your own cousin, but in some cultures neither is allowed. In the frontier times when there were very few families and they all had 10 or so children it was easy to have families were brothers married sisters or brother sister married brother sister. OK, I will quit before I dig this hole much deeper. I just know when they went to the wedding it didn’t matter on which side of the church they sat.

It was very hot today, and is the case in many churches in the area, it is more important to have a furnace than an air conditioner. It is a big old church with the fellowship room in the basement, and if you have ever been to the Dakotas, basements are always cool. That was nice. The cemetery on the other hand was awfully hot. We lingered a bit there, but not so much as we might have on a cool day. This may sound weird, but cemeteries are so peaceful. They are also so historical that I actually enjoy walking through them now and then.

I might have taken some time today to look through the Westfield cemetery had it not been so hot. I have a great uncle and a second cousin buried there. Little Lester Jake died when he was only four. He fell through the ice of a stock dam on his grandparent’s farm while his mother was there for the day. She was in the house with a baby sister, and he wanted to play outside. It had thawed, and she really didn’t think it would be a problem. Sort of like when my four year old brother went outside in December so many years ago (50 this Dec.) and got tangled in the silo auger. You just can’t watch them closely enough. I hope they are watching Jaxon right now. I may end up a basket case until he gets past that fourth year. My mother was like that when Carson was little. It seems to always be the movers and shakers that make us crazy.

I will leave you with one more thought from the funeral. On the front of the program we were given under Gladys’ picture was a Bible verse. It was from Isaiah 43. It goes like this: “But now this says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.”

The pastor explained in his sermon that Gladys chose this passage to give to her children as comfort to them when she was heading to the hospital, and they knew that things were not going to be good. He also told us that she used Isaiah43 as her computer password. What a great idea. What a really great idea. What better password for our lives than a piece of scripture. I will leave you with that thought today. Hope you have a restful, relaxing, refreshing and spiritual Sunday.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Melissa
    Jul 08, 2013 @ 15:15:49

    I am passing this passage on to Fran. I think it is what should have been said at his brother’s funeral too.

    Like

    Reply

  2. Glenda
    Jul 08, 2013 @ 12:03:36

    What a great password!! No evil-doer hacker would ever think of a Bible verse as a password!! I love that!

    Like

    Reply

I would love to hear from you, so go ahead, comment!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: