Be at rest

I was at Mrs Hilda Reed's funeral today. The mood was understandably sombre and sad. The coffin was pushed in by undertakers and accompanied by Mr Reed and his family. I saw Mr Reed's hand on the side handle bar of the coffin. His eyes has been puffily red for the past weeks. He was very down and seemed even weaker today. His grown up daughters and grandchildren accompanied him.

Unfornately for me, I did not have the opportunity to know Mrs Reed. She was already in the nursing home when I came to Clumberhall. But from the testimonies shared about her, it was clear that she was well loved by the poeple who crossed her path. She was a very kind and hospitable lady. Grace told me that I would have been invited to their homes if not for her sickness. It was really sad that she was stricken by illness and was in that state of unwellness for at least a year. According to Ron, both Jack and her had served the Lord faithfully in the young people's work. Many, many young people have benefitted from their service. Both Jack and her taught in the youth work and were also passionately involved in missionary work.

Halfway through the service, Jack's granddaughter, Helen read out her granny's favourite psalm. It was Psalm 121.

I lift up my eyes to the hill,
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip
He who watches over you will not slumber
Indeed, He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep
The Lord watches over you
The Lord is your shade at your right hand
The sun will not harm you by day
nor the moon by night
The Lord will keep you from all harm
He will watch over your life
The Lord will watch over your coming and going
Both now and forever more

Indeed, our help comes from the Lord and He will not slumber but keep watch over us. We look up to Him for help but we often forget that He too look down from heaven and watches over us. Such is the relationship with the Lord. For the past few days, I've been praying for that silent assurance that the Lord still cares for me. I have my answer today. Psalm 121. My re-assurance that I'm in good hands came in a loud shout out when Helen read the psalm. Thank you Lord.

Look around you and be distressed
Look inside you and be depressed
Look at Jesus and be at rest

I am very certain that Hilda is with our Lord now and is resting in peace.