Birthday Party With Schoolmates and Neighborhood Friends
Othealor, Deirdre and Tamara In Grandparent’s Backyard
Me and My Two Sisters In Front of Our Home in Mayesville
Me, The Eldest Child, Standing Behind Daddy’s Car and In front of Church.
Just yesterday I was a little boy and today I am a 61 year old sickly and crippled old man fighting multiple diseases, illnesses, disabilities, and walking in the shadow of DEATH – acutely aware of who is in control.
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, A Lifetime Has Passed Before Me and I find myself back where I started – not having moved from the front porch of my grandmother’s house in Mayesville – still a little boy in a BIG BOY’S WORLD. But something is different.
The house isn’t a home anymore.
There is no TRUSTED AND NURSHING voice of warning, wisdom, guidance, genuine and unselfish concern, love, and caring whispering in my ears.
There is no one left who knows my heart and spirit so thoroughly that words aren’t necessary for us to communicate and to whom my soul was exposed.
There is no sense of belonging, shared community, comradery, and unifying family love.
YES! Something is different!
The Wedding Of Dad and Mom – Othealor and Lucile Prince 1956.
For the first time in my immeasurably brief lifespan, I Am ALL ALONE. I blinked and it was all over. The ones who brought me into this world have left this world. And The Sense of Pain, Loss, And Despair is unimaginable and is magnified beyond anything that I can adequately describe or express by the alienation and abandonment of relatives during this most painful, vulnerable and transitional time of my earthly existence.
It is impossible to fathom how quick, fast and in a hurry, life can transition. It is impossible to know what will happen in the next moment or how we will respond. We really DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN WE CAN BEAR UNTIL WE ARE FORCED TO BEAR IT.
GLORY TO GOD! I DON’T WANT TO BEAR ANYMORE. BUT YHVH’S WILL BE DONE.
Nevertheless, in my ignorance and humanity I had no better sense than to trust in the blood of family to unite in a time grief and tragedy and to share each other’s grief and bear each other’s burdens as we were reared to do – honoring our upbringing and our parentage. I Believed In The Blood Of Family. But I Was Terribly Wrong. My Trust Was Not Well Placed.
All my hope should have been in the BLOOD of the HOLY MESSIAH of YHVH – Yehowshua Ha’ Mashiyach – THE LAMB OF GOD.
I May Have Learned My Lesson Too Late.
I Was Always A Little Slower Than Others.
But Whereas I Was Blind, NOW I SEE.
I CAN ONLY TRUST THE BLOOD OF JESUS, THE HOLY MESSIAH FROM YHVH.
And like a little boy waiting for HIS PARENT to pick him up from his grandmother’s house, I now stand TRUSTING IN THE PURIFYING AND SAVING BLOOD OF THE LAMB – waiting in expectation for that once-in-a-lifetime experience where my FATHER will send for me and I can go home where the wicked will cease from troubling me and I can rest from the troubles of this world and be united with the SAINTS (THE FAMILY of YHVH).
Me, Othealor W. Prince, Jr., On Front Porch Of Grandma’s House
CAN YOU HEAR ETERNITY?
DO YOU HEAR THE VOICE OF ETERNITY?
For it is appointed for men to die once, but after that the judgment. (Hebrews 9:27)
But The Messiah Himself is recorded as saying that “Whoever hears HIS WORD and believes HIM (THE FATHER) who sent HIM has eternal life and WILL NOT COME UNDER JUDGMENT. Indeed, he has crossed over from death to life. (John 5:24)
So, while I wait trusting in the BLOOD OF GOD I will Obey HIM OUT OF LOVE For HIM and Serve HIM out of Gratitude and Praise. I Can’t Help But To SERVE HIM Whose LOVE Wouldn’t Let Me Go. Even While I Am Broken Into Pieces, YHVH’S COMPASSIONATE LOVE and FORGIVING BLOOD sustains me and keeps me and holds me together. I would be crushed under the weight of my own transgressions and I would have succumbed to the attacks of my enemies if it had not been for the GRACE and MERCIES of YHVH through the BLOOD of CHRIST.
Therefore, I will show my gratitude for HIS SAVING AND LOVING KINDNESS AND TENDER MERCIES by serving HIS SHEEP – my brothers and sisters. I am compelled by contrition and awesome fearful reverence to obey The FATHER’S COMMANDMENTS and OBSERVE ALL OF HIS LAWS – so that others may see my good works and GLORIFY The FATHER which is in HEAVEN.
Are you beginning to see?
Can You See Eternity?
Are You Listening For HIS Voice.
He is not the God of the dead,
but of the living, for to Him all are alive.
In Loving Memory of My Mother Lucile Pecola Winn-Prince Whose Life Made My Life Worth Living.
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