Happy Mother's Day! To all you moms out there, from all us kids who turned out better than you thought we could (what with our nose-picking, food-smearing, diaper-wrecking, brother-hitting, lamp-breaking, general ruckus-making past), thanks for putting up with us for 18 years. Obviously cards and flowers and presents and breakfast in bed are a far cry from the amount that you've given us, but with a debt we couldn't hope to repay, we're just trying to say thanks, and we love you.
On a different note, this Mother's Day, we're having a little family song in church tonight. My mom will be singing (her voice is beautiful), my youngest brother, Jared, will be on djimbe, and I will be pickin' and grinnin' on the mandolin. If only Daniel had some talent.... Oh well. This is the song we'll be playing/singing. It's unusual in the sense that it's from God's viewpoint, singing to His children, but the words are utterly fantastic.
Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Savior says;
Every word should joy impart,
Change thy mourning into praise.
Yes, He speaks and speaks to thee,
May He help thee to believe;
Then thou presently will see,
Thou has little cause to grieve.
Fear thou not, nor be ashamed;
All thy sorrows soon shall end,
I, who heaven and earth have framed,
Am thy Husband and thy Friend;
I, the High and Holy One,
Israel's God, by all adored,
As thy Savior will be known,
Thy Redeemer and thy Lord.
For a moment I withdrew,
And thy heart was filled with pain;
But my mercies I'll renew;
Thou shall soon rejoice again;
Though I seem to hide my face,
Very soon my wrath shall cease;
'Tis but for a moment's space,
Ending in eternal peace.
Though afflicted, tempest tossed,
Comfortless awhile thou art,
Do not think thou can be lost,
Thou art graven on my heart;
All thy wastes I will repair;
Thou shalt be rebuilt anew;
And in thee it shall appear
What the God of love can do.
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What a dear thing that you are singing together tonight. Very special!
The poor people in Myanmar could use these words and consolation from them.
A pretty special Mother's Day indeed when your sons are not ashamed to do a little jammin on stage with you. Even better when they know how precious and true those hymn words are. Thanks for the compliments, and for the mandolin playing. And your brother Daniel does have some talents--I'm sure we'll figure out what they are some day. OOPS - Mother's Day - I mean, your brother has many talents, as I'm sure you know.
Your mom has a natural and humorous way of writing; very nice!
Have a great time at the beach.
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