When my Dad passed away, we proofread all the paperwork, death notices, obituaries and continued this required life-long family job of looking for the accidental placement of an extra N within our last name. It was all fine. Whew. Not that the Lord needs any specific spelling of our name anyway, because He gives us new names in Heaven, but still it’s one of those peculiar human attributes to look at and for the correct spelling of your name.
So, this extra “N” shows up everywhere, positioned accidentally on purspose, even in my DMV paperwork as I used my maiden name as a middle name. The “N” shows up because our family name rhymes with a famous city that has the N. So we know that it is not the people’s fault either. Grace is good, and bank checks clear no problem, LOL.
Yesterday, sitting with my Holy Spirit gifted friend, an 80 plus year old, sharp as a tack, she shows me a typo that made me laugh. Not an earthly laugh at human error, but a tickled laugh at a “God-wink” – a connection only God and I could make in the split-second processing that was jumping from my heartstrings. There is an extra hidden N in a holy word on my Dad’s prayer card handed out at the funeral. I even have been carrying extra cards in my purse. Psalm 23 with a beautiful cardinal photo, a family favorite bird. These cards all have the extra N. Not in our name but in “annointest” not “anointest” – yes, God anointest my head with oil and He keeps my mind calm with thinking about my Dad. He anoints and appoints realizations of typos with N’s. I laughed so hard I almost fell off the couch. God is the gifter of lightness for our hearts.
It is not me saying that God put the N, no, and it’s not me saying that my Dad is sending a signal, no, it’s that ONLY God and I had that moment together, a laugh only He and I understood at that moment. So, I WILL take it as yet another sign that my Dad is with the Lord, a moment to be grateful.
This chapter of July writing, chapter 63, starts on the day of my Dad’s death when I was racing to get there, not knowing he had already passed, it’s OK, better for Him and us in Jesus’s arms always. These writings detailed my extraordinary gifted processing of my Dad’s passing (Thanks Holy Spirit) in writing/sharing.
This proofreading friend did not understand my laugh, I mean it is a real typo on something that shouldn’t be overlooked, and as she’s an editor from way back she claims that typos leap off the page to her. How tiny the print and she knew the prayer enough to skip that section and yet she did not skip it – she read the prayer in the photo of the prayer card, Psalm 23. Now, we have read that thousands of times, but yet we are compelled to reread it when we see it. It IS David’s comfort and convincing that the Lord takes us thru a broken world moment by moment, blessing our lives.
Psalm 23, my what a verse… MY CUP RUNNETH OVER… Yes thanks Lord for writing on David’s heart and mine and ours, writing a Shepherd’s desire for us, His sheep, to know that He has us all. He has set us aside as HOLY. He an[n]ointest our heads with oil. My Dad’s too… Thank You with a tear and a smile and a chuckle. You an[N]ointest my eyes with laughter. Thank You.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou an[N]ointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Psalm 23