It's been widely known to my friends that I wake up singing each morning. One random song or another plays in my head, repeating itself without any real approval from me. I used to think I had this jukebox constantly running in my brain and whatever song it happened to be on when I woke up, that was my song for the day... or at least for the morning.
The past 2 days it has been my father's voice singing a 'church song' called, "Give Them All" and while I first thought it was just sweet to hear his voice in my head (please don't ever let that fade), I now think he's trying to tell me something.
My wedding is 3 weeks away, and while it's a very happy time it's also peppered with stressful details about centerpieces, and favors and worries about how I'll look that day. I push those worries away as best I can, but in the mornings it's really my father's voice that is calming me:
"Give them all, give them all, give them all to Jesus. Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, broken toys. Give them all to Jesus... and he will turn your sorrows into joys."
Sometimes you just gotta trust that.
2 comments:
That is wonderful and dear. Peace be with you and with your spirit. ahhhh we all miss our boy.
Mmmm.... you make me cry, Nome. We miss dad so very much. He remains such an inspiration and calming force even post-partem. I love you and love that that song plays in your head. A true message to cherish.
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