Naomi's
Corner
Naomi's Corner
I want to thank everyone for there prayers and
well wishes following the passing of my sister,
Tress Jordan. Tress was the oldest and I the
youngest of ten children. She was so much like a
mother figure to me. I spent alot of my time
growing up at Tress' house playing with my neices
and nephews which are about my age. Some older
and some younger, so they were like brothers and
sisters to me.
Her funeral was one of the greatest celebrations
of life I have ever had the privilege to enjoy. Rod
preached the funeral.  He has a great gift of God
to preach funerals and I've heard him literally do
hundreds down through the years but this one
topped them all. He always says, "it's easy when
you have good material to work with". Tress lived
a devoted life to Christ and left a lot of "good
material to work with".
A few hours before Tress went home to be with
the Lord, I went in the ICU room to see her. She
had been in a comma for three days and had not
responded to anything. I had told some of her
daughters about the new song I had written,
"They All Knew Me There", and they asked me to
sing it for their mother because they knew she
was just moments away from joining their Dad,
Kelson Jordan, and many loved ones on the
otherside and thought the song would be an
encouragement to her. I started singing and Tress
moved and tried her best to look at me. When I
sang the chorus, " I saw friends, I saw loved ones,
angels all around. I was amazed at the great
homecoming, forever all to share. But, best of all I
saw Jesus, God's Only Son, what a consolation,
they all knew me there" it was like she was trying
to tell us how true those words were. They all
knew her there. A few hours later she made the
crossing into joy unspeakable and full of glory.
I wish everyone could have been at the funeral
and experienced the anointing that fell. When we
sang that song in the service the power of God
swept across the auditorium and the crowd broke
into applause and rejoicing. Someone summed it
up after the service by saying there was such a
surge of power that went through the room you
had to do something. What a home going. I pray
that I can leave that kind of "good material" when
it comes my time.
Keep us in prayer, sometimes the road gets weary.

Singing His Songs,
Naomi