If you remember I had a lot on my mind a couple of days ago, Sunday morning. Music is my peaceful place and emotions can easily overflow. This is a photo my Uncle Tony made for me a long time ago. It is a sparrow.
The photo was asked for specifically because of how the Bible and Christ talked about sparrows. If God cared and clothed such a tiny creature he most definitely cared and loved us more so. I have a long history with the song, “His Eye Is On The Sparrow.” It was a song chosen for me to sing for my College Scholarship at Saint Mary of the Woods forever ago. It’s not normally a congregational song which threw me this Sunday morning. Normally because of the high notes in the chorus which is also why I sing the chorus after the first and last verse, but not for all three verses.
There was a time I had to save my voice and not sing the middle verse because of that same thought process I have with the Sparrow song. It took me off guard this was a special I have done many, many times. Thoughts came through my mind especially of being in the office at Saint Mary’s and performing for several music teachers including the man who I was in communication with about my future major in music. That was a lifetime ago and back when it was my major.
Then if that was not enough another song was being introduced. This song was “Goodness of God” another powerful song to hear and sing. The lyrics are truly powerful and remind me of my childhood and feeling the absolute goodness of my God in my life. The dichotomy of my childhood and my nieces really gutted me during that chorus though. I began to cry really it was sobbing at one point and hard to shut down. Even with tears streaming down I noticed someone else also feeling something similar to either God talking to us or just reminding us He is in control no matter what. Of course I had no kleenexes I just literally had to air-dry my face and hope it didn’t look as bad as I knew it had to.
What do songs make you feel or remember? Do you feel God talking to you through them? It’s an exuberant experience.
When I got home I was the last one to get there. Usually I get home and make the sweet tea and have the food mostly ready before my parents get there. I was shocked to find them already home and found out why. Their preacher wasn’t there and his son-in-law hasn’t learned to stand at the pulpit nearly as long as he does which may be a good thing for now. This was a temporary change for us unless I start talking longer at church it will be back to normal next Sunday morning.
Jewells of Thought 
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