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Easter day at Mom and Dad's house.

I Haven't Felt Like Blogging

just haven't.

All the Way my Savior Leads Me...

Last week, I got the amazing chance to go with three sweet friends to see the CHRIS TOMLIN concert....
It was NOT great entertainment.
It was AMAZING worship.

I soaked up every millisecond of it. I seriously would love to do that every week! None of wanted it to be over, and my friend Susan told me why: We were MADE to worship! Ha, just made so much sense.

Some of my favorite songs he sang were:
"Indescribable"
"How Great is Our God"
"Sing Sing Sing"
and of course when I heard "Amazing Grace" and
"I Will Rise," all I could think of was granny. There were ferocious tears, but good ones.

My friend said that Chris Tomlin music is all that's been getting her through lately, so I downloaded a few of his lesser known songs. Here is my new favorite song, though it is quite an oldie, written in 1875 by Fanny Crosby.

Just let these words fall on you....

All the way my Savior leads me
Who have I to ask beside
How could I doubt His tender mercy
Who through life has been my guide

All the way my Savior leads me
Cheers each winding path I tread
Gives me grace for every trial
Feeds me with the living bread

You lead me and keep me from falling
You carry me close to Your heart
And surely Your goodness
And mercy will follow me

All the way my Savior leads me
Oh, the fullness of His love
Oh, the sureness of His promise
In the triumph of His blood

And when my spirit clothed immortal
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages
Jesus led me all the way
Jesus led me all the way

You lead me and keep me from falling
You carry me close to Your heart
And surely Your goodness
And mercy will follow me
You lead me and keep me from falling
You carry me close to Your heart
And surely Your goodness
And mercy will follow me, will follow me

All the way my Savior leads me
All the way my Savior leads me

Joy and Peace

A couple weeks before Granny went to heaven, I went to see her in the nursing home. To put it bluntly, she was miserable. She hadn't seen the comforts of home since the night she broke her hip on October 30th. No longer was she serving others, the sole purpose of her life. Instead she was gently managed by perfect strangers. She couldn't get out of her bed without help. Catheters and diapers were part of her new life away from home. Her new reality included a bed sore on her tailbone that went down to the bone.

I walked up to her bed and said hello. Out of her eyes flowed a steady stream of tears. No sounds, just transparent drops of pain. I asked her what was wrong. What can I do, granny? Are you ok?

Her response? Three words. Two of them important. JOY and PEACE. That is literally all she said.

I know that I know my granny didn't feel joy and peace that day. Probably a quiet desperation. Pain beyond imagination. Pain in body and heart.

But, by faith, my granny believed in Joy and Peace. And she was certainly soon to experience the Greatest Joy and Peace.

She has been my inspiration lately, as my heart feels one of the deepest shades of blue. I just keep saying, in faith, Joy and Peace. I know He will bring it.