Bread for the Journey

In the midst of uncertainty, confusion and loss

this picture depicts a simple beauty that still remains.

The only explanation I can find is that

she has made deposits into her spiritual well being.

She has filled her mind with hymns and spiritual songs

from the time she was a youth,

from before I was born,

and they remain as a final blessing to her now.

As I sat beside her last Sunday, singing the following hymn,

I asked her if she was enjoying this.

Her responses to other things may not always make sense,

but her response now was,

"Who wouldn't like that song?"

So ... for that reason I have to share it.

1. I come to the garden alone,
   While the dew is still on the roses,
   And the voice I hear falling on my ear
   The Son of God discloses.
   • Refrain:
     And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
     And He tells me I am His own;
     And the joy we share as we tarry there,
     None other has ever known.
2. He speaks, and the sound of His voice
   Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
   And the melody that He gave to me
   Within my heart is ringing.
3. I’d stay in the garden with Him,
   Though the night around me be falling,
   But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
   His voice to me is calling.
4. Charles A. Miles, 1913

This leaves me with one question:

What kind of deposit am I making 

in the memory bank of my mind?

"How blessed is the person who does not take the advice of the wicked ...

but he delights in the Lord's instruction."

Psalm 1:1-2