Today during church I was having quite a dialogue with God. I was discussing the current state of affairs with husband's folks. I was asking Him for wisdom for this entire family, and asking Him for peace. I then discussed the fact with God that I never had to deal with these issues since my folks have been gone for so long.
Then my mind went back to my parents...
God heard my questions, my concerns and then my sadness as I reminded God (as if He did not know) that tomorrow marks the date when we buried my mother 33 years ago. I started dripping tears as I sat and listened to God for a while.
Then, very softly, a song is played over the sound system.
I can clearly remember my mother singing two songs, the rest have faded from my memory.
Today I heard one of them.
The song playing was "Oh How I Love Jesus" . The other song I remember her singing was "He's The Lily of the Valley". This was such a perfect timed gift from God. I was still dripping tears, but suddenly a sweet peace came over me that just reminded me to keep my focus on Jesus.
Thank you God for the gift of memory, and for a mother who planted that song in my mind at a very early age.
Text: Frederick Whitfield
Music: 19th cent. USA melody
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
it sounds like music in my ear,
the sweetest name on earth.
Refrain:
O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
O how I love Jesus,
because he first loved me!
It tells me of a Savior's love,
who died to set me free;
it tells me of his precious blood,
the sinner's perfect plea.
(Refrain)
It tells of one whose loving heart
can feel my deepest woe;
who in each sorrow bears a part
that none can bear below.
