There is an hour of peace and rest...

Today, I went to Hospice House to see Edie Kaye. She was eating breakfast by a large window with a view of a fountain and some beautiful trees. She couldn't stay awake. I sat down and began to feed her and rub her shoulders when she fell asleep. She would wake up and say "I so appreciate all the sisters", then she would ask, "Do you think I get to go home today?" Several times, she would wake up and ask me, "Do you know why I am here? I just don't understand why I am here." As I watched her, I marveled at the way Heavenly Father created us. I marveled at the miracle of life and the miracle of temporal death. How grateful I am that our earthly life isn't all there is. I wondered how someone so vibrant, so full of testimony and life, someone like Edie Kaye, could now be so weak, so tired, so out of sorts, and so unable to understand where she was, why she was there, who I really was... When I left, I cried. I cried for her daughters, I cried because I was grateful it wasn't my mother, I cried because this woman has done so much for the testimonies of those around her. I cried because I will miss her faith. And then the song Secret Prayer began to play through my mind over and over. There is an hour of peace and rest unmarred by earthly care. Tis when before the Lord I go and kneel in secret prayer. May my heart be turned to pray. Pray in secret, day by day. That this boon to mortals given may unite in secret prayer. This is where we turn these thoughts to... Our Heavenly Father who loves us more than we can ever know and understands all that we endure...