Mice

Today I did the multimedia for the funeral of a lady from our congregation.  I didn't know the woman but I feel that I can minister to the grieving family in this way.

Martha's daughter gave the eulogy.  She interspersed her talk with quotes from Martha's journals.  One of the things Lois read was a poem found in Martha's papers.  The poem was:

Mice - by Rose Fyleman

I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white.
They run around the house at night.
They nibble things they shouldn't touch
And no one seems to like them much.
But I think mice are nice.

Why would I care about this poem read as part of a eulogy?  Because back when I was in elementary school in Saskatchewan it was mandatory that the lower grades (1-4) memorize poems and then say them in public speaking contests.

In grade 2 I memorized the poem "Mice" and went on to win a medal in the district public speaking contest for my grade. 
It was my Mom who helped me memorize the poem.

Martha passed away on August 27, 2010.  My Mom passed away on August 30, 2001.  Martha's funeral was held on September 3, 2010.  My Mom's funeral was held on September 4, 2001.  Martha was only 2 years older than my Mom.

After the funeral service was over, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and went to the fellowship hall to find Lois.  I told her about my connection with the poem and about my Mom.  Lois told me she was glad I had told her my story and she was planning on putting it in her journal tonight.

I don't think it was a coincidence that I had been asked to do the multimedia for Martha's funeral and that Lois read that particular poem.  I think it was a God-thing.  I am glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and spoke to Lois.

My Mom didn't know Martha here on earth but maybe they have now met in heaven and may even be talking about the poem "Mice".