Giving Thanks Always with My Daughter

3D402826-7711-4730-AB68-E48835DF8198Many years ago I lay on my couch grieving with my 5 year old daughter playing on the floor beneath me. My heart was crying out to God, “Why did my baby have to die?” I was hurting with pain and grief like I had never felt before. I was recovering from a miscarriage. I will never forget how that special little girl, that was on the floor beneath me, was used by God to bring comfort to her mother’s heart. One would think that she could not have known the pain that was in my heart but yet she did. She drew pictures, colored them and wrote across all of them, I love you Mommy. She would give me one picture with excitement and then another, looking up at me as she handed them to me, I am sure to see the expression on my face. Over and over I read the words, I love you Mommy.
Years later I was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital and this same daughter placed her new born baby daughter in my arms. She was born in January of 2004, and I was hospitalized 3 weeks later, on February 16, 2004. One week later I was not expected to live. With God’s grace and mercy I survived and remained in the hospital and rehabilitation for almost 3 months. My daughter’s baby lying in my arms was a gift from God. They had to help me hold her but there she was in my arms. On that day I received love, strength and hope just from seeing and holding that small baby, my grand-daughter. I praise God for the love and joy she has brought to my life.
Readings in Psalms recently….How majestic is thy name oh Lord…. Glory to Him

Go Tell It In The Mountains

Go Tell It On The Mountains

While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a holy light:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

The shepherds feared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our Saviour’s birth:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger
Our humble Christ was born
And God send us salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

When I am a seeker,
I seek both night and day;
I seek the Lord to help me,
And He shows me the way:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
And if I am a Christian,
I am the least of all.

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

I remember the nursing choral group I sang in when in college performed this song at several functions along with other songs. So many things I can not remember but I praise God for bits and pieces and for His son Jesus.

Go Tell It on the Mountain” is an African-American spiritual song, compiled by John Wesley Work, Jr., dating back to at least 1865, that has been sung and recorded by many gospel and secular performers. It is considered a Christmas carol because its original lyrics celebrate the Nativity of Jesus: From Wikipedia