Friend Peggy sang the hymn, "Lord, Here Am I," as requested by Mother, per her own funeral plans.
When I went through her "notes" I could not find her music requests but I knew there was one song that she had really set her heart on, though she did not grow up knowing it. As I was explaining this to Peggy, I began to visualize where Mother and I had that discussion.
"We were sitting on the end of the bed in the guest bedroom and she played it....on her cassette player." I ran back to the bedroom and the player was still on top of her small desk----with the tape still in it.
Voilà! Mother would have her hymn. Though many of her friends questioned the selection over more traditional ones, we could honestly say the choice was hers.
This morning, as I was re-typing a lesson to "take" to a foreign place, I remembered that hymn.
"Master, Thou callest, I gladly obey;
Only direct me, and I'll find Thy way.
Teach me the mission appointed for me,
What is my labor and where it shall be.
Master, Thou callest, And this I reply,
"Ready and willing, Lord, here am I."
"Here am I. Send me." (Isaiah 6:8)
"Here am I. Send me." (Isaiah 6:8)
Going.....going.....about to be gone!
