A Tree by the Rivers of Water

I have warm memories of six, and Mama sitting on the side of my bed in a room not very well lit. I think my brother and I shared a room then, but he got to stay up late because he was older than me, so he's not in the room in my memory. At least, I think that's how it was. Memories are sometimes holy, as in full of holes. I suppose they could be holy, too. As a matter of fact, this memory is holy.

Mama sat on the edge of my bed before I went to sleep as I practiced my memory verses with her. She had me memorize Psalms 1, Psalms 23, and Psalms 100. All of them were in the King James version which, to this day, still rings in my ears as melodic and beautiful text. I remember saying, " and he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of waters." That was from the first Psalm. Like the waters, it flowed. 

I just recently picked up one of my versions of the Bible to read Psalms 1 again. Although it's not quite the same as King James, it still sounds lovely.  The first half of the Psalm describes the "good way" and the second describes the way of the wicked. I like the good way part the best. Another best are the words from King James, "...that bringeth forth his fruit in due season." The older I get, the more I appreciate "due seasons." I'm waiting for one right now. That line is a remarkable anxiety reducer. Everything comes forth in due season, so what can possibly cause stress?  Thank you, God. Thank you, Mama.

Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or take the path that sinners tread, or sit in the seat of scoffers; but their delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law they meditate day and night. They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper. 
Psalms 1:1-3                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Peace.                                                                                                                        Love, Linda