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May 16, 2011

The Overseer

Filed under: Uncategorized — lawsonjolly @ 5:00 am

As a young boy, I had an overseer of my life.  His name was Lamar.  He was my mother’s brother who lived with my MaMa.  Lamar was older than my mother but had always been a child.  Physically, he was a total man in strength and stature, but his mind had never developed where he could learn.  An accident as a child injured him.  Lamar was a hard worker — always desiring to work in the rose garden, the vegetable garden, down in the barn, or at whatever laborious task needed to be done.

He lived in his own world and did very little talking.  To watch him, you would see someone who appeared to be in deep thought.  He had an unusual gift of knowing cars.  He would stand on the front porch and could identify every car he saw.  I have often wondered if I developed my deep interest in cars because of listening to him talk about those cars.

Though Lamar stayed busy, it seemed he stopped whatever he was doing whenever I was out playing.  I could be playing alone, or with many of the boys in the neighborhood, and I would look up and there was Lamar.  He was not interfering with our play or standing very close.  But some distance away, he was keeping a watchful eye on me.  I believe he saw part of his role in life to look after me.  However, I never remember him scolding me or calling me down for something.  He just stood there like a sentinel.  But I am sure he would have stepped in if I had ever been in danger.

Some of the early anger I experienced in life came from rare occasions when Lamar and I were down in the village and someone made fun of him.  It did not happen often because most people knew him.  However, there would be a new person that would be in town and ridicule him or attempt to get him to do something wrong.  I can recall running home a couple of times to tell MaMa or my mother.  The fury of those ladies made sure that person never again fooled with Lamar.

Lamar lived in the house until I was about eleven or twelve years old.  MaMa’s health made it difficult for her to care for him for a period of time.  Lamar went to live in a special facility.  By the time MaMa went to bring him home, he had developed friends and asked if he could stay in the home.  He lived out his life there, coming home only for holidays and other occasions.  Most Saturdays, MaMa and other family members went to visit with him.  I would make the short trip with them most of the time.  I had a special love for Lamar.

As I have gotten older, I am thankful for that special relationship in my life.  God blessed me with a special uncle and overseer.

That word overseer prompted several thoughts.  Perhaps Lamar was one of those angels God placed in my life to watch over me.  But even more, I received the awareness that I have a divine and eternal Overseer — He is my Heavenly Father.

My Father in heaven is that constant sentinel.  There is nowhere I can ever be that He is not there to watch over and care for me.  Aren’t you thankful for such a One in your life?

“For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous . . . .”  (Psalm 1:6)



1 Comment »

  1. What a joy to find such clear thinking. Thanks for ptoisng!

    Comment by Caroline — May 25, 2011 @ 6:12 pm | Reply

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