Every Sunday morning in a old country church, down a little dirt road sits an elder couple. Married for decades now, but seems just a short time ago they were sitting in that old country church raising their babies. As their children grew up, moved out and had children of their own this couple still sits in this old country church, down a little dirt road every Sunday. Except now things are different, no children are with them. Make no mistake, their prayers are the same, for God to keep their children safe, healthy and to bring them back to the house of God.
Every Sunday morning in this old country church, down that little dirt road this couple sits in Sunday School and participates. When the Pastor preaches they shout, "Amen." And when requested for them to sing, they do. Oh, man do they. He strums that guitar with his fragile, aching fingers from working all his life to raise his family. And she sings, and he sings, and they sing in perfect harmony. But never with a smile. Do you know why? I do! I've been in this place and in those same shoes; still am.
Singing these beautiful hymns about Heaven, being together and following Jesus is hard when you have family not with you. I can only imagine the pain this elder couple feels trying to reach their own children. And her, you can see it, a mother knows, a mother feels, a mother feels deep pain. You can see the pain in her eyes when she sings.
Every Sunday morning in that old country church, down a little dirt road I give thanks to Jesus that they have each other.
G. P. W. L
Melissa Harris
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