Ed

I’m pretty nervous about an upcoming test next Thursday. There, I said it. And today I told my Uncle Ed that and he very simply said, “Next Thursday at 9am, 8am my time, I will lift you up in prayer.” That statement meant so so much to me. Uncle Ed is almost 80 years old, and hails from the great state of Mississippi. He is vibrant and full of love for all he meets. He is also brilliant and plays a mean Santa Claus. Simply put, I adore him. We chat every couple weeks these days, and I was relieved to find out today that someone gave him a mask. I was going to tell him to not breathe with he goes out in public before he said that like one of my godmothers tells her husband. 😂 He was relieved that I knew more neighbors, and that I walked some outside. He also told me the most beautiful story. When he and my Aunt Rosie went to the Holy Land they went to the home of John the Baptist, and he said there was a gift shop on top of it. He had read the Canticle of Zechariah many times, but when he saw it on pieces of wood in different languages it took on an entirely different meaning. ❤️ We swapped a few more stories, said our goodbyes until our next chat, and that was it. Picture a courtly gentleman, a holy man, a Methodist preacher, in that house in the Holy Land with a look of awe on his face when you read it next. It’ll bring a whole different meaning to it for you too.🙂