The Angel in My Room Sings Clearly Now

Do y’all remember the angel in my room? (I’ve copied the post about him below.) Dear “Grandaddy” Smith who visited my room on many occasions while I was hospitalized. I’ve seen him out and about since then, and am always greeted with a smile, a kiss, a “and how are you?” and a “sing something for me.” He even convinced Bri and me to sing a duet in the middle of a restaurant last year.

What a dear, dear man he was.

Yes, my friends, he was… for I heard from my dear Bethy that the angel in my room who sang in his cracked and broken voice is singing fully and clearly now at his home in heaven. Would you pray for my friends, his loved ones, who grieve his passing? He was ready, but they are hurting.

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Wednesday morning while at the hospital, I was lying in my bed, praying for peace. There was a knock a the door, and an older gentleman was standing there. He was dressed in his volunteer vest and was grinning from ear to ear. “May I come in?”, he asked. I invited him in and got a closer look, “I know you.” I said. “And I have seen your face before.” he replied.

And he had. It was Grandaddy Smith, my sweet friend, Beth’s great-uncle.

Having spent time with Beth’s extended family, Brian and I have had our share of Grandaddy Smith, and it’s a fun share to have. We’ve been to Christmas parties, Thanksgiving dinner, meals with him at First Pres., summer get-togethers, and just plain ol’ dinner with him at Uncle Craig’s. “I’m Beth’s friend.” I told him. His face lit up even more, “And so you are!” he exclaimed, hands raised.

Grandaddy Smith came into my room with a vibrancy that belied his age. He stood by my bedside and talked with me for a while. We talked about Brian and the children, his excitement to be a great-grandaddy, his volunteering at the hospital and my battle with cancer and discouragement. A few minutes later, Christmas carolers began walking the halls, and Mr. Smith ran to the door waving at each person and hollering, “Merry Christmas!” as they passed by. He turned and told me how good it was to see me but he had others to see, and he was gone.

I closed my eyes and prayed some more, thanking God for giving me a smile that day, when there was another knock at the door. Mr. Smith was back.

“A few years ago,” he asked, “Were you at Beth’s mother’s house for Christmas? You played the piano and Brian played the trumpet and we all sang carols?” When I told him I was, he nodded, “I just wanted to be sure of who you are.” He then told me he’d be back on Saturday and how torn he was because he wanted to see me again, but he didn’t want me to have to stay in the hospital. With a wave and a “God be with you,” Mr. Smith was off again to cheer up another patient.

Move to Thursday. Brian hadn’t arrived yet from home, and I was alone in my room. There was a knock at the door, and there stood Grandaddy Smith! “I just couldn’t let you leave the hospital without seeing you again.” he exclaimed. I beckoned him in, and he told me how he had thought about me all day the day before. “I just want to sing you something, if you can bear my voice.” he said. He cleared his throat, and began to sing, “God will take care of you, through every day, o’er all the way. He will take care of you. God will take care of you.” That was the first of several hymns he sang while I held his hand and cried. “Now,” he said, “You’re allowed to leave before Saturday.” With another “God be with you”, a squeeze of my hand, and a wave, the angel in my room was gone.

Never a trial that He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan;
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Savior, abides with me still.

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.
(Daniel W. Whittle)

From December, 2007

One response to “The Angel in My Room Sings Clearly Now”

  1. My precious Angie,

    Thanks be to God for His faithfulness that is new every morning and every evening. May His grace abound to you in fullest measure.

    May He open the eyes of our understanding that we may know to this hope that we have been called

    Love and blessings,
    Judie
    xoxox

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