Making it till Midnight

Posted by on Aug 28, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Some years ago I started reading the Psalms for my devotions. Someone suggested a reading program that allows you to read through the Psalms in a month. I love the Psalms. Many of them remind me of Grandma McKnight. She often had us memorize verses from the Psalms when we visited their home.

This has been my “go-to” devotional plan when I don’t have anything else specific and I admit, I’ve fallen back on this plan so much I’ve probably neglected the New Testament. However, how can you go wrong with the Psalms?

Today I collected my Bible, a notebook, and a devotional book and with a mug of tea in hand I settled on the couch. I read the five chapters but each verse was a battle. My mind wouldn’t settle. My plans for this week aren’t quite going right. Cares of the world are weighing heavy. I found my mind jumping all over the place.

So, I read a few verses in Philippians then returned to Psalms. I would read them again. This time I found a treasure. (It was there before, I know.)

Psalm 118:24 This is the day which the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Memories flooded back. Grandpa McKnight was known for his “sayings.” He had favorite phrases, sayings, and stories that he liked to use. They were repeated so consistently and predictably that our family can bring Grandpa into any situation just by copying his saying. It’s pretty awesome, really.

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One of his sayings would occur whenever you asked him how he was feeling. “Oh, I think I’ll make it till midnight,” he would quip. We would grin. He didn’t complain about how he was feeling, he didn’t gloat about feeling terrific, he simply said he thought he’d make it till midnight.

In December of 1997 Grandma McKnight went to heaven. She was ready and though we would miss her we knew she wouldn’t be in all of that pain up there. We gathered to say goodbye and buried her on Saturday.

The next morning we joined Grandpa at church where he was the interim pastor. He stood inside the foyer as my sister, Cheryl and I came through the door. “How are you this morning?” one of us asked. I waited, knowing what he would say. My heart needed to hear it. The assurance. The continuity. The tradition.

What came out of his mouth wasn’t what we expected and our mouths dropped open, I’m sure.

“This is the day which the LORD hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.”

I looked at Cheryl and she looked at me. We smiled at Grandpa, gave him a hug and went to our seats.

That evening my Grandpa got in his car to drive back to church, but instead his soul traveled to heaven.  As I stood by his empty body in the ER that moment in the church came back to me. Did he know? Maybe. Did God know? Of course. What should be my response? Rejoice? Hard. Hard. Hard.

When my uncle asked each of us to go to my grandparent’s house and mark anything we wanted so he knew how to disperse their belongings, I chose a picture from the wall. It is a painting of a fall scene and written on the picture is Psalm 118:24.

This weekend I’ll bring that picture to our new house and hang it on the wall. Then I can be reminded of the words of wisdom God gave me through Grandpa McKnight.  This day, with all of its changes, trials, joys, and uncertainties is a gift from God. REJOICE!

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