My Mom’s Best Friend

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My son recently asked me about going to church more regularly. Realizing that I hadn’t been attending as often as I’d like, I started looking for a new church community after our move. I found a group that seems to be a good fit and plan to attend tomorrow morning. I’ve invited my daughter to join me, explaining how important the church community was to me, especially during a difficult time in my life.

My mom’s best friend,  Marjorie Erikson, was the pastor of our church. She was an incredibly supportive and amazing woman of Christ. Without her help, I’m not sure how we would have gotten through that period. The church truly became our family.

While talking to my daughter about church, I started thinking about Marjorie. She might not have realized how much she meant to my mom, but to my mom, she was her best friend. Marjorie was amazing and always there for us, even after my mom passed away. She attended my wedding and my daughter’s baptism.

I’ve been feeling emotional today because I just found out in 2016 that she passed away. She was always on my mind, and I wondered if she was still alive or if I could reach out to her family. I wanted to talk to someone who embodied the love and acceptance that God teaches us. She was a light in this world, someone who loved everyone unconditionally.

Her example motivates me to be a better person. While I’m not a pastor, I believe that we should focus on showing love and acceptance to others, rather than judging them or excluding them. That’s not what God wants.

I learned from Marjorie’s obituary that she had been battling cancer for over three decades. This made me realize why my mom and Margaret were so close. My mom also fought cancer, unfortunately passing away in 1990. It was incredibly painful to know that Marjorie had been dealing with this for so long, especially given how quickly my mom succumbed to the disease. It’s a testament to her strength that she was able to fight for 30 years. While it’s difficult to understand why things happen, I’m grateful for the time we had with her and the impact she had on our lives.

Even though it’s been years, I wrote an obituary for her family to see. I’m not sure if they will receive it since so much time has passed. I wanted to express my gratitude for her friendship and the impact she had on my life. I hope her family sees it and knows how much she meant to me. Her legacy is something that everyone should strive for. She was a truly remarkable person.

To Marjorie Erikson and her family,

I know it’s been a long time, and our lives have taken different paths. I wanted to express my deepest gratitude for everything you and Majorie did for my mom during her illness and after she passed. Your support was invaluable to me and my brother. Mom couldn’t have asked for a better friend than Marjorie. Your kindness and generosity will always be remembered. 

Rev. Marjorie Eriksen Faithfully served churches throughout New Jersey Rev. Marjorie Eriksen, 74, a retired, ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church, went on to be with the Lord on Tuesday, Oct. 11, 2016, after battling cancer for three decades. A wake will be held at the funeral home of Burroughs, Kohr & Dangler, located at 106 Main St., Madison, N.J., on Thursday, Oct. 20, from 12 noon to 2 p.m., with additional hours from 5 to 8 p.m. on that same day. Marjorie’s funeral will be held the following day, Friday, Oct. 21, at 10 a.m., at Morristown United Methodist Church, 50 South Park Place, Morristown, N.J. Marjorie was born in Staten Island, N.Y., on Dec. 8, 1941, the day after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Her beloved parents, Lewis and Edith Gott, named her Marjorie, which means “Pearl.” Marjorie earned her B.A. from Hunter College in 1964 and her master of divinity degree from Drew Theological School in 1984. During her years of active ministry, Marjorie faithfully served churches in Gladstone, Mendham, Elizabeth, Bayonne, Mount Tabor, and Bloomingdale, N.J., prior to her retirement in 2012. Marjorie is survived by her beloved husband, Neil; her son, Christopher; her daughter-in-law, Rev. Jean Arlea Eriksen, who is also an ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church, and her sister, Judy, and her son, Gregory. Marjorie’s family requests that donations in lieu of flowers be made to the ministry and missions of the Morristown United Methodist Church, where Marjorie assisted her friend and colleague in ministry, Rev. Dr. Brandon Cho, during her years of retirement.

Prayer

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Prayer

In hushed whispers or a heartfelt plea,
Prayer, a bridge unseen, yet meant to be.
It floats on faith, a silent, feathered thing,
To unseen ears, a message it can bring.

No padlock holds, no distance can confine,
It slips through walls, a lifeline so divine.
In sorrow’s depths, a flicker in the night,
A spark of hope, a gentle, guiding light.

For burdens shared are lighter, that is true,
But whispered prayers can mend a heart in two.
It fills the soul with whispered, calming grace,
A quiet strength to find a better space.

It holds no form, no color, nor a sound,
Yet in its wake, a peace can be found.
Like magic blooms, where worries used to cling,
A fragile hope, on whispered prayer’s wing.

So let it rise, this magic yet unseen,
A whispered word, a silent, trusting dream.
For prayer’s soft touch, though subtle and unknown,
Holds a power vast, to heal and make us whole.

Give me Strength

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God, I come to You
With a heavy heart,
A soul that aches
And a body that parts.

I need Your strength
To carry on,
To face the day
And all that’s gone.

I need Your peace
To calm my fears,
To still my soul
And ease my tears.

I need Your love
To fill my heart,
To give me hope
And strength to start.

So, God, I ask
For Your great power,
To give me strength
To face this hour.

I know You’ll hear me
And answer my prayer,
For You are good
And always there.

Thank You, God,
For all You’ve done,
For all You’re doing,
And for all You’ll do.

Amen.

God Watches Over us

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I wrote this because there are times when I know someone is looking out for me. Over the past months, all of my tires on my car were going. I had two flat tires and one that was losing air. I bought an air pump to keep the one inflated and put a donut on the other. I tried to fix one of them, but it doesn’t stay inflated that long. My husband works at a gas station and one of his customers told him about a place that will let us get tires and pay a little per week to pay off the amount. So, on Monday I will have all 4 brand new tires and a sense of relief that I can safely have my kids in the car. I prayed about my tires and lack of money and just basic things. This is not the first time that these things have happened. Sometimes people call them coincidences, but I believe that God is watching out for us.

God Watches Over Us

God Watches Over Us

The sun may shine or the rain may fall,
But God watches over us all.
He sees us when we’re happy and sad,
And He knows when we’re feeling bad.

He knows when we’re scared and alone,
And He sends His angels to keep us home.
He watches over us day and night,
And He’s always there to give us light.

So when we’re feeling lost and alone,
Just remember that God is watching over you.
He’s always there to lend a helping hand,
And He’ll never let you go astray.

So trust in God and know that He loves you,
And He’ll always be there to see you through.
He’s your Father in Heaven,
And He’ll always be there to watch over you.

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The Fear

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The Fear

 The fear of this reality.
The fear of life and it’s end.  
The fear it builds in us, and we don’t even realize it.
The fear we have, so we don’t live our lives. 

The fear we have that sits with us every day.
The fear that keeps us in doors.
The fear that keeps me from the hug.

The fear that we are not in control.
The fear no matter what we do, grabs us and binds us to it. 
The fear that all I do may not be enough.
The realization that it will never be enough.

I lift my fears to you my Lord. 
I lift them to you, please take them.
For I am not in control.

Seventy Times Seventy

You push me away,  
And keep me at bay.  
Over and over again,  
The same old song plays. 

Seventy times seventy.  
That's what they say.  
Forgive and move on,  
Until a new dawn.  
You push me away  

But I pray every day.  
I know your heart  
You're dying inside.  

Seventy times seventy  
That's what they say.  
Forgive and move on  
Until a new dawn.   

Be Still

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My head won’t be quiet 

Spinning and running it never stops 
Songs playing at the same time 
Thoughts of the day and days before 
Memories keeping me awake 
Plaquing my existence 

Be still my soul 
Be still and sleep 

Sitting up in bed while everyone sleeps 
Wondering when it will be my turn 
When will the voices cease and I can rest? 
Replaying events of the past 
Wishing they were different; Wishing I could change. 
 
Be still my soul 
Be still and sleep 

Be still and hear God 
Block all else out and only hear Him. 
Pacing back and forth 
And rocking 
The noises never stop 
Pieces of songs, bits of advice 
Filling my mind keeping me awake 

Be still my soul 
Be still and sleep 

Be still my soul  
Be still and rest 

Block all the noise out  
And only hear God’s voice 

Be still and only hear him 
Block all else out and only hear him 

He is calling to you!

You Are Worthy

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How do I tell, you are worthy? 
You are fearfully and wonderfully made.  
Your works are worthy.

You are worthy. 
How do I tell you; you are worthy? 
You are fearfully and wonderfully made. 
You are worthy! God knows you are worthy. 

You can do anything to take away  
From the love God has for you.  
You are worthy; He knows you're worthy. 

God says you are worthy, you are worthy. 
The Lord of light created you, and you are worthy, 
Worthy, Worthy 

Let the light of your face shine on the world. 
Because you are worthy. Worthy 

Show the world the love God has for you 
And they will see you are worthy,  
They will see that they are worthy 

Show them the love God has for them 
They will see they are worthy,  
You are worthy.  

Be Still

My head won’t be quiet.

Spinning and running it never stops.
Songs playing at the same time.
Thoughts of the day and days before.
Memories keeping me awake.
It Plaques my existence.

Be still my soul
Be still and sleep.

Sitting up in bed while everyone sleeps.
Wondering when it will be my turn.
When will the voices cease and I can rest?
Replaying events of the past.
Wishing they were different, Wishing I could change. 

Be still my soul.
Be still and sleep.

Be still and hear God.
Block all else out and only hear Him.

Pacing back and forth,
And rocking.
The noises never stop.
Pieces of songs, bits of advice.
Filling my mind keeping me awake.

Be still my soul.
Be still and sleep.
Be still my soul.
Be still and rest.

Block all the noise out. 
And only hear God’s voice.

Be still and only hear him.
Block all else out and only hear him.
He is calling to you!