Thursday, March 3, 2011

Funny email!

My Nana sent me an email this morning that I had to share with ya'll. My family is obviously desperate for me to meet Mr. Right, get married and have some babies. This email proves how true that statement is!

THE WRONG FUNERAL

God doesn't make mistakes. He puts us where He wishes us to be. They

say there are no mistakes, for everything there is a purpose. Makes you

think . . .

Enjoy! We'll never know where our paths will take us!
This is really beautiful . . .


Consumed by my loss, I didn't notice the hardness of the pew where

I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend - my mother. She

finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense;

I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped

loudest at my school plays, held box of tissues while listening to my

first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in

college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother's illness was

diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married

his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child

without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.


"What now, Lord?" I asked sitting in church. My life stretched

out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face

toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped

against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their

child . . All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.


My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her

walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the

Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished, and I

was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church.

Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. . .


An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to

me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were

brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. 'I'm late,' he explained,

though no explanation was necessary. After several eulogies, he leaned

over and commented, 'Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of '

Margaret?''


"Because, that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary, no one called

her 'Mary,'' I whispered. I wondered why this person couldn't have sat

on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his

tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

"No, that isn't correct,' he insisted, as several people glanced

over at us whispering, "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters.'" '



"That isn't who this is.'"

'"Isn't this the Lutheran church?"


"No, the Lutheran church is across the street.'"

"Oh.'"


"I believe you're at the wrong funeral, Sir.'"

The solemn ness of the occasion mixed with the realization of the

man's mistake bubbled up inside me and came out as laughter. I cupped my

hands over my face, hoping it would be interpreted as sobs. The creaking

pew gave me away . . . Sharp looks from other mourners only made the

situation seem more hilarious.


I peeked at the bewildered, misguided man seated beside me. He was

laughing too, as he glanced around, deciding it was too late for an

uneventful exit. I imagined Mother laughing. At the final "Amen,'"we

darted out a door and into the parking lot.


"I do believe we'll be the talk of the town,'"he smiled. He said

his name was Rick and since he had missed his aunt's funeral, asked me

out for a cup of coffee. That afternoon began a lifelong journey for me

with this man who attended the wrong funeral, but was in the right

place. A year after our meeting, we were married at a country church

where he was the assistant pastor. This time we both arrived at the same

church,

right on time . . .


In my time of sorrow, God gave me laughter. In place of loneliness,

God gave me love. This past June, we celebrated our twenty-second wedding

anniversary. Whenever anyone asks us how we met,Rick tells them, "Her

mother and my Aunt Mary introduced us, and it's truly a match made in

heaven."



If you Love God, and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things he

has done for you, send this on to others.

REMEMBER, God doesn't make mistakes. He puts us

where we are to be.

This is so true!
Have a Great Day!

Tasha

12 comments:

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Ha, I loved that!

Ashley said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

I loved that email! So funny and so true! :)

Kelly Marie said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

aw!! I LOVE this!!

Jen said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Aww that is the sweetest thing ever!! Thanks I needed that :)

Alisha said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Such a great story!! Girl, you are right where God needs you to be. Don't stress about boys or finding Mr. Right. He'll come running when the time's right!! :)

xoxo

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I just found your blog and wanted to say hi and let you know I am your newest follower. Love your blog! :)

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Ashley said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

That was a really sweet story. It truly is how things work out... as they are supposed to happen. I always tell people that the second you stop thinking about finding Mr. Right he will really fall in your lap. (:

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Great story and you do have a nice blog!

Anyways, my wifes name is Annette (pastors wife)and she just opened her blog to public setting as she wants to be an encouragement and blessing to people (she is also hoping to do giveaways). I was trying to be an encouragement to her by asking if you would be willing to swing by and say hi as she does not know many people in the blog world? Thank you for considering. Her blog is

http://continuedwonder.blogspot.com/

Thank You,
Rodney(Annette's husband)

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OMG. I love your blog. My name's Anna, I'm a stylist and visual merchandiser in LA. I'm 23 years old and moved to California after graduating back in south with a degree in visual merchandiser. I've worked with such designers as Max Azria, Nicole Richie, and my idol Rachel Zoe. I'd love if you visited my new blog for multiple posts a day on all things fashion. I'd love the support. I'm following you, I hope you'll do the same. Thanks so much.

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love this!

Belle in the City said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

hey girl, I'm a newbie to your blog, but it is so cute! this post is so true..thanks for sharing, I'm now following :)

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i'm a new follower :) this is a great post, so so so heart warming. <3