Thursday, January 7, 2010
I mentioned before that I was adopted by an older couple when I was a baby. Therefore, a lot of my cousins are much older than I am. My cousin's husband died on New Year's day, he was 77. However, he had a stroke 27 years ago and lost the use of half of his body. He was confined to a wheelchair and his speech wasn't clear anymore, but she always knew what he was trying to say.
For all these years my cousin had taken care of her husband. I never remember hearing her complain at all. She took him to church every Sunday. At the funeral on Tuesday, her preacher told a funny story. He said my cousin was on her way to her church in the pouring rain, but decided it might be too dangerous to continue. She pulled in at the first church she came to, and worshiped there. It was his church that she stopped at, and she has been going there ever since.
She has been a very strong woman throughout the past 27 years. She never once stopped going to church, she never stopped taking her husband everywhere he wanted to go. They still came down to SC to visit family as much as possible. She took him to tent revivals that lasted weeks and would be there faithfully. Her husband died last Friday and she was still in church come Sunday morning.
As I sit there in the funeral and thought about how faithful she had been to her husband and how she never lost faith in God, I wondered, could I do that? I don't think I am that strong. It doesn't take much for me to not go to church on Sunday morning now, let it pour down rain, and I might not go. If I had to get a wheelchair out and put my husband in it, then load the chair up again, would I do it? Or would I just use it as an excuse and stay home?
I am in awe of everything my cousin did for 27 years. I was only 12 when it happened, so I guess I never gave it much thought until the other day. She has shown so much courage and faith and I only hope that I could do half of what she has done. She is really an inspiration!