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.
VoilĂ ! 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!