Peace in the Valley

I took my mother back to the neurologist yesterday and got a wonderful report from the doctor. I remembered this article that I wrote when I was feeling pretty low and wanted to share it with you again because things are looking up and I am so happy! IMG_2811 Ephesians 2:14 For He Himself is our peace, who has made both one, and has broken down the middle wall of separation..I wanted to write about a song that I love and looked up the back story on it, I knew it would be good. Quoted from an article by  Lindsay Terry “In 1937, he (Tommy Dorsey) wrote a song for Mahalia Jackson, “Peace in the Valley,” which has become extremely popular. I will never forget hearing a young black man walking down a road on Andros Island, an out-of-the-way part of the Bahamas, singing “Peace in the Valley.” In the song, Dorsey speaks of being “tired and so weary,” a plight of many of God’s people who “must go along.” But there is coming a time when the “morning is bright and the Lamb is the Light.” In that time and place, the “night is as fair as the day” and there is no more sadness, sorrow, or trouble—only peace.” I find it hard to even read those lyrics without tears rolling down my cheeks. I am remembering seeing my dad singing it and then offering to introduce Jesus, Who brought that peace, to anyone who would come to the altar. I am wondering what was going on in the life of the author of this song as he penned those words: “My Lord I’m tired and I’m weary but I must go along, till the Lord comes and calls me away, oh yes, where the morning is bright and the Lamb is the light and the night, the night is as fair as the day, oh yes” What is it, my friend, that you are looking for? How has the peace been shattered in your own life? I have a basically peaceful life, and I am thankful to God for His goodness to me, but sometimes my own problems seem to swamp me. I’m thinking maybe you are feeling swamped also? If you don’t know me, personally, I will tell you I am the single mother of two wonderful adult children, and have two brilliant (grandmother talk) grand children. My parents live with me and I am their care giver,just making sure they eat enough, take them out, help where I can. My dad still teaches Bible and does his own typing and research and does a wonderful job of bringing life to the scriptures, while sitting on his Jazzy . But a crushing thing is happening, my mother is losing a sense of who I am. I remember how devastated she was when she came from taking her own parents out to eat one evening, her mother had called her “Era” the whole evening and referred to fun things they had done as children, she was cousin to my grandmother, she never again called my mother by her name. I had encouraged my mother and told her that Mama loved this girl so much, it didn’t help much with her feelings. I am not trying, nor do I want, to “uncover” my dear mother, she would be so embarrassed, I just think that by sharing with you, it may help you with something you are going through. We all have problems and there is only One solution, and that is to pray to our Lord. Psalm 4:8 In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe. When she was confused about who I was, my dad reminded her that during her labor, before I was born, she was quoting, from the 23rd Psalm, “Yea though I walk through the valley and the shadow of death I will fear no evil”,  hearing that she had a moment of clarity and said “Sure! Harolene is my oldest child.” It was a simple statement that gave me a little comfort, she knew me. How precious it is for us to recognize Jesus as our Savior, when we ignore Him or call Him by another name, I know it grieves His heart. Look into His face and call His name, His name is Jesus. Lindsay Terry ended the article with these words, “There is no word more precious than peace, nor a more joyous state of being for a Christian, than to know God’s peace. We long for it, and when it comes to us it is directly from our heavenly Father.”

One Reply to “Peace in the Valley”

  1. My daddy didn’t know who I was for months before he died but he loved me and let me know it. Just know your Mom loves you dearly even if she calls you, (hey you.)

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