“…I close my eyes at journey’s end, and sit beneath the shade.
The heat of travel flows from my fingertips and toes to the soil beneath me,
The earth returns a cool stillness in trade.
I open my eyes to the golden touch of sundown.
The last rays illuminating the treasure I have traversed.
There is no hurry in me now and so I remember…”
I had forgotten Brother Tingey, his kindness, his generosity, his strength of spirit; Brother Tingey had forgotten himself, his wife, their life together, and his family; but there was someone who had never forgotten him. Through the simplicity of a song and the imperfect voices of a group of teenage girls Brother Tingey was reminded that he was still a Child of God.
“I can tell you beyond any doubt that God hears our prayers and He answers them. He doesn’t take away our troubles, but He gives us joy in the midst of them. He doesn’t make us comfortable, but He gives us the chance to comfort others and find respite from our own woes through service. He always answers our prayers, but not always in the moment that we pray.”
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