Do you ever sit and Wonder?

The old hound is baying outside and it is cool and still here in the living room and my mind wonders.  I don't mean wanders I mean wonders. How many out there are sensitive to the feel of rain drops, wind blowing on their faces, darkness falling on a rainy night around dusk, or the way the shadows fall across the yard in late afternoons.  Do they feel a loneliness when they hear a train sending out its wails as it crosses through town? Does a whippoorwill's call sound mournful?

Today Mrs. Grace Magnus was laid to rest at Antioch Cemetery.  Family and friends gathered to say their last goodbyes as she was already in the presence of the Savior she had served most of her 96 years of life.  It was reported by Laverle Spurgeon that it would stop raining during this part of the service and as everyone walked out of the funeral home the mixture of sun peeking through rain clouds and a light mist trying to fly away met each as they went to their cars.

Mrs. Grace was the last of the group that played dominos that lived at Winkler house to leave for their heavenly home.  Mama, grandma, Mr. Beasley and Mrs. Grace played many a game while they were there together.  The service brought about memories of the other three kindred spirits, that if we could see things the way we want to see them, would have stood with Mr. Magnus at heavens door right behind the Lord to greet Mrs. Grace home.  I can almost see a small boy run into her arms and smile really big and speak out loud the first words she would ever have heard him speak and run on legs that never stood alone to tell her how happy he was to see her too.  But that would be humans way of thinking otherwise why would the Bible teach us that one day these bodies would be raised to be reunited with our spirits.  This is the first time that ever occurred to me. There will be a great reunion day but it may not be anything as we would like to dream for it to be, however I believe it will be a thousand times better.

The flowers were so beautiful and that in itself is nothing out of the ordinary but these were absolutely the most perfectly placed, mixed variety, colors all complimenting each other with freshness that looked as if someone had gone to a flower garden and picked and placed each one there on top of the casket with love and care.  I could not help but think if Mrs. Grace could see them she would exclaim that she was so pleased to have had them placed there in her honor.  My mama would have praised them for she loved flowers.

Drops of rain dripped off the tent covering as we stood beneath. There was only a very slight breeze and it was wrapped with the perfect coolness that a Spring day could present.  The sun hid behind the clouds and there were no shadows to watch cross the cemetery only the slight darkness that comes with rain.

This brought memories of the day mama was buried.  It was cold and the wind whipped around the tent and the rain blew in as the tent flaps had not been lowered and rain was blowing close to mama's head.  I will never forget that and it was so different because the tent was so large today and the one at mama's was so narrow that it allowed this to happen.  They came and lowered the flap but too late for those first drops that flew across the casket.

Do we just wonder about these things as we approach the winter of our lives or are they replacing the clouds that form elephants and bears that appear in the sky.  Maybe those monsters that are making noise under the bed or the fear of what was in the closet when the clothes hangers clanged together, that were actually hanging over the door way with the wind from the summer breeze blowing across them.  The wonder of what made the lightening bug light as it blinked across the yard.  How about did the light in the refrigerator stay on or go out when the door was closed.

Yes, I do wonder how many notice the drops of rain, the way the shadows fall, the coolness or heat of a breeze and the sounds that readily come to our ears.