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Savior like a shepherd lead us...." would ring out many a Sunday in the sanctuary of Clarksville, TN's First Christian Church. I remember snickering when the word "bosom" would appear in the singing. As small as Mama Davenport was, she could give a BIG look to squelch any giggles.
I also remember the church was located on Madison. I remember the street name because I always walked there, with "Mama". She didn't drive and as far as I know, my grandfather's (Dang-Dang) feet never crossed the threshold of said church.
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An early morning cuppa from my fave Mary Alice Hadley Country Collection''s
"lamb" reminds me of my gentle, godly grandmother, Mama Davenport. |
Maybe that's why her tender voice would enthusiastically join with all the worshippers, because she knew she needed the care of a Shepherd!
I never knew a time when Mama Davenport did not choose to let her Shepherd lead her. (Psalm 23:3) My spiritual mentor, "Mama," showed me the importance of choosing the Shepherd's leading.