May one of three songs be jamming in the background…
#1
Stuck in your head at Grandmama’s funeral years ago. Feel it. The rhythm. The warmth. Feel the loss. The love. Three generations of Blessings you knew before you spiriting you on your way.
A Wonderful Tribute to the crib this world is…
#2
You. What you are without Him. Feel it. Know it. There have been billions worse than you. Vast majority even now are. But stand in front of Jesus and blessed be ya if He laughs as He rolls His eyes at you.
Admit your failures. Your wrongs. Whatever you know of your mistakes, knowing you can’t even remember half of them and how adrift you are without a Jewish Carpenter to save you. Then Laugh. Because He’s laughing with you as He hugs you and welcomes you Home.
#8 (in the hymnal)
Please, let these words and song be what fills your ears as you crawl out of the crib. And for once, in that moment you might be able to hold the tears in.
ROFLMAO good luck. 😂
May 14, 2017. That day in a rough time for you and one Sunday, basking in unemployment and fear, 17 years after the day the sky was the limit, and David cranked up A Mighty Fortress on THAT DAY WHEN IT FELL ON A SUNDAY AGAIN and you couldn’t even sing for crying tears of laughter. You’d never known them before, nor since..
Can’t even describe what they felt like. There’s no way others didn’t notice. No idea, because you couldn’t even care.
If these notes and song are the last on s you hear on this life…
…that would rock. 😂
Though it would be awkward if you were dying and had to hit the repeat button as you waited.…
Wow. That would… yeah. Way to weird yourself out. Now insomnia’s really got ya by the jingle bells… 😂😂😂
Until then…. Feel these vibes instead…
And the comments…🕊️
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