What an incredible day . . what an incredible life you have given to me, Lord. I was so delighted to see who was leading worship this morning, my favorite team . . and when they led us in this beautiful song, all I could do was stand there in full awe . . and weep . .
IN YOU (Mercy Me)
I put my hope in you
I lay my life in the palm of your hand
I'm constantly drawn to you O Lord
In ways I cannot comprehend
It's the creator calling the created
The maker beckoning the made
The bride finding what she's always waited for
When we find ourselves that day
Chorus:
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you
It's no secret that we don't belong here
though set apart by the grace of you
We look for the day when we go to a place
Where the old becomes brand new
Chorus:
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you....
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O we will find rest in you
Only you could coordinate the ingredients that have come together to make today so incredible. You placed us in the perfect Home Group, where our study of heaven has been just absolutely timely. It was you who led my daughter to suggest the authors and books that have been such blessings to me. It was you who led me to marry the man I did, into the family I did. It was you who broke my heart, only to mend it stronger and more resilient and more tender and beautiful than ever. It is you who leads others to pray for me, and nudge me to pray for others in return. It is you who created music . . who created WITH music . .
My husband lost his mother last May, and then only 8 months later, lost his father as well. I had not realized how much he'd missed his wife, how lonely he was . . and how miserable. He concealed it quite effectively with his determined humor, and his pride. It has haunted and humbled me since hearing the nurse tell us what was really on his heart before he died.
This weekend his children and their offspring gathered together, almost a month after his death, to divide up the estate and household contents, and clean out whatever else remained.
I think we all were apprehensive, remembering countless horror stories of families splitting apart in ragged bitterness during exactly such times as these . . and yet, the entire weekend was amazing. The peace and complete lack of conflict was nothing short of miraculous, and I think everyone there began to realize it as the hours passed along. There were very few things that were disputed, and even in those instances, an agreement was easily and amicably reached.
Everyone came away with an amazing sense of contentment and relief, and the siblings ended the weekend with a shared supper, a tender time of sharing memories and laughter . . a weekend that will live on in us all as long as we live . .
During worship, I had such a strong sense of his parents . . I "saw" them together again, radiant beyond expression . . joyful beyond description. And I know I must find a way to tell their children about it . . .
IN YOU (Mercy Me)
I put my hope in you
I lay my life in the palm of your hand
I'm constantly drawn to you O Lord
In ways I cannot comprehend
It's the creator calling the created
The maker beckoning the made
The bride finding what she's always waited for
When we find ourselves that day
Chorus:
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you
It's no secret that we don't belong here
though set apart by the grace of you
We look for the day when we go to a place
Where the old becomes brand new
Chorus:
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O the weary find rest in you....
In you where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest
O we will find rest in you
Only you could coordinate the ingredients that have come together to make today so incredible. You placed us in the perfect Home Group, where our study of heaven has been just absolutely timely. It was you who led my daughter to suggest the authors and books that have been such blessings to me. It was you who led me to marry the man I did, into the family I did. It was you who broke my heart, only to mend it stronger and more resilient and more tender and beautiful than ever. It is you who leads others to pray for me, and nudge me to pray for others in return. It is you who created music . . who created WITH music . .
My husband lost his mother last May, and then only 8 months later, lost his father as well. I had not realized how much he'd missed his wife, how lonely he was . . and how miserable. He concealed it quite effectively with his determined humor, and his pride. It has haunted and humbled me since hearing the nurse tell us what was really on his heart before he died.
This weekend his children and their offspring gathered together, almost a month after his death, to divide up the estate and household contents, and clean out whatever else remained.
I think we all were apprehensive, remembering countless horror stories of families splitting apart in ragged bitterness during exactly such times as these . . and yet, the entire weekend was amazing. The peace and complete lack of conflict was nothing short of miraculous, and I think everyone there began to realize it as the hours passed along. There were very few things that were disputed, and even in those instances, an agreement was easily and amicably reached.
Everyone came away with an amazing sense of contentment and relief, and the siblings ended the weekend with a shared supper, a tender time of sharing memories and laughter . . a weekend that will live on in us all as long as we live . .
During worship, I had such a strong sense of his parents . . I "saw" them together again, radiant beyond expression . . joyful beyond description. And I know I must find a way to tell their children about it . . .
