One of the things we often do when our family members get together is sing. I had a good time singing two new songs with both Ruby and Wilma, although the time with Wilma was very short. One song was the one I wrote for Ruby and the other was from Jeremiah 33:3 (and verses preceding). Anyway, I got out the song I had written for Ruby and Fred that I mentioned in my last post and they both dutifully sang along. They are such good sports! Thankfully, I had the rough draft of this last part I knew the song I had written for Ruby needed. As often happens with me, During half my time in Oregon I would have edits pop into my mind just as I was waking in the mornings. Usually it was before I wanted to get up! But, thankfully, the song was ready for singing in church Sunday morning. If you'd like to hear it I believe you can find it on our church's Facebook page, or the page of the Oakridge, OR A/G Church. This is the last part.
Refrain: But I need a miracle! I need the Lord to
undertake!
A
Divine Intervention, and my soul to extricate
From
the raging storms and rolling waves
And
the fear that would o’erwhelm me.
Hear
my cry, hear my plea, I’m calling out to Thee.
I
need a miracle from You; I need a miracle!
I search for answers when I’m
in a trial
But in my heart I know You’re
all I need
Instead of looking for a sign to
solve life’s mysteries
By Your grace, it’s only You I
see!
Refrain: You are my Miracle!
You are the One who rescues me
From the depths of desolation You set my spirit free
And though the wind still blows and waves still
roll
I know that You will save me
All my fears, all my griefs, I give them up to Thee
You are my Miracle, O Lord; You are my Miracle!
A few years ago Amy wrote a beautiful piece that captures a lot of the emotion they are experiencing. I'd like to share it with you.
SWEET MONTGOMERY by Amy Bourquin DiSalvatore
Death. It’s a weird thing. Predictable yet unexpected. Unexpected even when expected. Relief for some, feared by most. There are no rules. No rules for who or when or why. It is appointed to every man once to
die. Only no one knows his appointed
time. Death is part of life. And then life goes on. The hole, the pain, the emptiness remains,
but life goes on. Like I said, it’s a
weird thing.
My
cousin, Montgomery, had her appointment.
She was 22. It was
unexpected. She was simply getting ready
to take a shower and was gone before she hit the floor. Just like that. An autopsy showed she had a defect in her
heart since birth which went undetected.
Most people who are born with the defect don’t live past their first
birthday. Montgomery celebrated 22. Perspective is amazing. One minute you can feel utterly robbed,
thinking how could she die so young. The
next minute feeling like you struck gold to have had the 22 years, beating the
odds.
Well, I don't want to run the risk of overwhelming anyone by having too many blogs from me. But I knew I needed to follow up the last post and finish the song.
Love to all,
Gil