Ruby Gray

Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not  want . . . .  Psalm 23:1a

     I am 97 years old and during these almost 100 years, I have suffered many losses in my life.  When I was about  three years of age my brother who was five died of a ruptured appendix.  Shortly after his death, my 18-month old baby brother died of pneumonia.  The death of these children devastated my mother and, as a result, she would not let me out of her sight for fear something would happen to me.  I was never allowed to do what other children did but lived a very sheltered life.

     In spite of this, I graduated from high school and college and became a teacher. Then I met Jack Gray!  Love blossomed and we were married.  A baby girl came along and, needless to say, Caroline was the love of our life.  When Caroline was 14, my father died and five years later death claimed my mother.

     Caroline came to Danville to attend Centre College.  After graduation she married and two baby boys were born to the happy couple.  In the meantime, my husband, Jack, went to be with the Lord.  After his death, I moved to Danville to be near my daughter and grandsons.  I joined Lexington Avenue Baptist Church and the JOY Sunday School class and was greatly blessed by the friendly people here.

     Unfortunately, this happiness was not to last!  Another tragic blow came to my little family; Caroline was stricken with cancer and died within a year or so.

     How could this be?  How could I survive it?  Through previous hardships and now in the worst one of all, I've had many sleepless nights.  To find peace, I learned not to count sheep but to talk to the Shepherd.  'Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death . . . thou art with me'.  My Shepherd comforts me and gives me Peace.

Prayer:  Thank you, Lord, for the Peace that passeth all understanding.  Amen.

Ruby Gray