I don’t know about you, but I am absolutely horrible with names. I meet new people, we introduce ourselves, and then I can’t remember their name 5 minutes later. It’s so frustrating to me. I’m all about remembering faces, but names…ugh! I assume it’s part of getting older. I struggle to remember basic things most days. You know, like the word for the big square box that you put food in, and push buttons, then it cooks your food. Microwave! That’s it!
Fortunately, I have a dear sister in Christ who is pretty good with names. When we started to attend a new church last year, I met this wonderful woman. She had no idea that she would become such a dear person in my life, as well as my lifeline to learning names. I can call her and say, “you know that lady who sits behind us, with the blue dress, and the short hair? What’s her name?” Immediately my friend will spout the name. Of course, I often times have to ask her repeatedly what a person’s name is before it is imprinted in this old brain of mine.
Needless to say, sometimes my lack of name retention can cause issues. I will see prayer requests shared in Sunday School or on our church prayer list, and because I don’t always remember names, I frequently am unable to connect need with individual. Such was the case recently. A few weeks ago, my Sunday school teacher asked us to pray for a husband and wife who had unexpectedly lost their son. He was a young man, and passed completely unexpectedly. I didn’t recognize the name of the family, but my heart immediately ached for them.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve often thought of this couple I’ve prayed the Lord would provide them peace and comfort. I’m a mom to a son as well, and the thought of this momma made my heart ache. I’ve lost a child before I ever had a chance to see him or her. I often wonder, is it more difficult to loose a child you’ve gotten to love for many years, versus a child you’ve loved for months? God showed me that there is absolutely no difference. Loosing a child is gut wrenching, no matter when, where, how or why they pass. So, having lost a child, I ached even more for this momma.
I hurt for her. I mourned for her loss. I prayed for her as she would need to continue life without her son, yet I had no idea who she was. Just a woman how needed to know the Lord knows her, and He alone is who will heal her heart.
Ephesians 3:20-21 stuck in my mind. “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Our God can do immeasurably more than we can even imagine. He can heal this family’s wounds, and their broken hearts.
Palm Sunday arrived, and our church choir performed an amazing musical. It was so deeply moving!! The woman who normally sits either behind us or at least near to us was jolted from her seat during the most moving rendition of “I’ve just seen Jesus.” This lady is a nurse, and someone in the balcony had passed out. Her care was needed while the paramedics were in route.
As the service ended, and the paramedics the woman who had fallen ill, the nurse returned to her seat behind me. I felt the Lord urge me to thank her, and so I did. I shook her hand, and thanked her for being so willing to use her God given talents to help others in times of need. I remember telling her that I know that working as a nurse never ends. She told me that this sweet lady whom she had helped care for until the paramedics arrived would be ok, and thanked me for talking with her. On my way I went.
This nurse stayed on my heart. What was her name? That evening, I called my dear sister…the one who can remember names, and asked her once again, what the nurses name is. When she told me, I teared up. The nurse, is the very same momma who has been on my heart. She is the very same momma who in just the past few weeks lost her son. At that moment, I realized that sweet momma, nurse, wife, sister in the Lord, mourning the loss of her son, changed my life. She changed me all because she loved like Jesus!
Oh dear sister, I want to live like that! I want to be a person, who trusts the Lord so deeply, that even in the face of overwhelming loss, can care for others. Y’all, I want to live like that! I want to live as the hands and feet of Jesus. This sweet lady does! Just look at her, watch her for a moment…she outwardly loves others and does not think of herself. Here I was, changed by her, and until now, didn’t even know her name.
Y’all, I will never ever forget her name again. She holds a very special place in my heart. She showed me how a person can truly love like Jesus, and how a Christian should walk in this world. Y’all…I just pray that I can live like that.