I recently listened to a preacher online that inspires me. He was sharing about the fact that every soul has a song. He was talking about the martyrs in scripture, saints who were persecuted, even put to death. When you study these passages, so many of them account that the saint was singing, even while in jail or in chains. Singing and praising is found so many times in scripture; we do have an entire book of songs (Psalms). Of course, everything he was saying ministered directly to my soul, especially since the last ten years of my life have been spent in full time worship ministry. I can certainly attest that my soul has a heart song.
I noodled on this message for the rest of the night and woke up the next morning with it still on my mind. I happened to also be praying for my Mammaw. She's 86 years old and living in a nursing home in Harrisburg, Arkansas. Let me just tell you right now, that this woman is so precious to me and there are WAY TOO MANY miles between here and there. She has been our steady rock for so long. She raised all of us at some point in our lives. And now, she's the last of her siblings left. Not only that, but she has buried her husband of 44 years and 2 of her children, one being my mother. In the last 4 years, she has broken her hip and her neck. She has a pacemaker/defibrillator that makes her heart work correctly, along with macular degeneration, which means she is basically blind. But sit next to her and she'll pour out of her very being directly into you. She is a tremendous servant and friend. I could go on and on. She has a heart appointment tomorrow at the Heart Failure Clinic in Arkansas. She has a leaking valve and this is the next step for what has been about a two year journey with complications. We were just talking about all of this the other day on the phone, and she just simply expressed to me that she is tired. Her body is worn out. And while I silently cried, she just wanted to tell me that when God calls, she is ready. And she needed to hear me say that we'd be fine. I can't tell you just how much I adore this woman.
I write all of this to say that I heard a song that to me would be my Mamms heart song. I'm sure she has never even heard it, but if I could listen inside her failing heart, I believe that I would strongly hear this song being sung.
I noodled on this message for the rest of the night and woke up the next morning with it still on my mind. I happened to also be praying for my Mammaw. She's 86 years old and living in a nursing home in Harrisburg, Arkansas. Let me just tell you right now, that this woman is so precious to me and there are WAY TOO MANY miles between here and there. She has been our steady rock for so long. She raised all of us at some point in our lives. And now, she's the last of her siblings left. Not only that, but she has buried her husband of 44 years and 2 of her children, one being my mother. In the last 4 years, she has broken her hip and her neck. She has a pacemaker/defibrillator that makes her heart work correctly, along with macular degeneration, which means she is basically blind. But sit next to her and she'll pour out of her very being directly into you. She is a tremendous servant and friend. I could go on and on. She has a heart appointment tomorrow at the Heart Failure Clinic in Arkansas. She has a leaking valve and this is the next step for what has been about a two year journey with complications. We were just talking about all of this the other day on the phone, and she just simply expressed to me that she is tired. Her body is worn out. And while I silently cried, she just wanted to tell me that when God calls, she is ready. And she needed to hear me say that we'd be fine. I can't tell you just how much I adore this woman.
I write all of this to say that I heard a song that to me would be my Mamms heart song. I'm sure she has never even heard it, but if I could listen inside her failing heart, I believe that I would strongly hear this song being sung.
"I Will Rise"
Chris Tomlin
There's a peace I've come to know, though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul, I can say, "It is well"
Jesus has overcome, and the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won, He is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
There's a day that's drawing near when this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear and my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome, and the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won, He is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
And I hear the voice of many angels sing, "Worthy is the Lamb"
And I hear the cry of every longing heart, "Worthy is the Lamb"
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
Chris Tomlin
There's a peace I've come to know, though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul, I can say, "It is well"
Jesus has overcome, and the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won, He is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
There's a day that's drawing near when this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear and my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome, and the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won, He is risen from the dead
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
And I hear the voice of many angels sing, "Worthy is the Lamb"
And I hear the cry of every longing heart, "Worthy is the Lamb"
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
I will rise
My heart is singing along....
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