I Know Everything
A Tribute to Aunt Janet – AKA: Granny
Technology is basically easy for the young, challenging for the middle-aged, and completely baffling to the older generation. My Aunt Janet was amazed with how a little square gadget allowed me to quickly share my photos from a trip; find any answer to any question on the internet within seconds; and communicate with others without even talking. Many times, I would receive a text from her daughters Patsy, Linda, Joyce or Nancy, her sister, giving me the latest information on her whereabouts and/or her needs. I would pop-in to see her whether she was in her room at the assisted living; in the hospital; or the rehabilitation center, and as soon as she saw me, she would look at me and ask, “How did you know?” I would smile at her and say, “I know everything!” It became a little joke between us and eventually she would just admittedly remark, “I know, you know everything”.
Of course, I do not know everything, but our Heavenly Father does. Nothing is hidden from Him (Hebrews 4:13). He knows EVERYTHING: our secrets, our sadness, our joys, our hopes, our dreams, and ALL - (every single one) of our thoughts (Psalms 139).
Grievously, my Aunt Janet passed away this week; and although I do NOT know everything, what I do know are three things: 1. She is at peace and in the presence of her Lord; 2. She is reunited with her family and friends who went before her; and 3. She will immensely be missed by all who love her.
A few weeks ago, I was able to share a video poem with her (on my little square iphone gadget) that I saw on Facebook entitled,
“I Looked into the Mirror”.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see, but a little old lady peering back at me.
With bags and sags and wrinkles, and wispy white hair, I asked my reflection, “How did you get there?”
You once were straight and vigorous and now you’re stooped and weak,
When I tried so hard to keep you from becoming antique.
My reflection’s eyes twinkled, as she solemnly replied, “You’re looking at the gift wrap and not the jewel inside.
A living gem and precious, of unimagined worth, Unique and true, the REAL you.
The only you on Earth. The years that spoil your gift-wrap with other things more cruel, should purify and strengthen and polish up that jewel.
So, focus your attention on the inside, not the out. On being kinder, wiser, more content, and more devout.
Then when your gift wrap is stripped away, your jewel will be set free, to radiate God’s glory through all eternity.
Our sweet Gem is now sparkling brightly for eternity . . .
*Video Poem: “I Looked into the Mirror”. Food For My Soul; (A Personal Blog on Facebook) July 27, 2018.