October 8, 2005

• so so very tired, and just exhausted, and mind numbing weary.

  
  

  Get the picture?  LOL

  
  

  It was a LONG day.   A good one, but a long one.

  
  

  We had my grandmothers homegoing celebration today.  AKA  Memorial.

  
  

  It was good.

  
  

  We sang upbeat songs, enjoyed visiting with family, and laughing about the good things.

  
  

  Both my dad and my uncle were determined it be a celebration...and it was.   Right down to clapping in time to Victory in Jesus, one of my grandmas favorite songs.

  
  

  God gave me the miracle of being able to dance my fingers through The Holy City.   It is an extremely complicated piano arrangement, and I had lost my copy.   I didn't get the music until Wednesday, and had little time to practice it.   I was terrified I would flub.   And I just watched my fingers play and do it, only hitting one bad cord.

  
  

  My aunt who is an extreme perfectionist said it sounded "perfect"  "I didn't notice a single note out of tune, it was wonderful."   To get this kind of praise from that aunt...means God truely intervened.

  
  

  The song...it just puts shivers through my spine every time I play it.   It is just incredible.

  
  

  The holy city

  
  

  Language: ENGLISH
  

  
  
        Last night I lay a-sleeping
  
        There came a dream so fair,
  
        I stood in old Jerusalem
  
        Beside the temple there.
  
        I heard the children singing,
  
        And ever as they sang,
  
        Methought the voice of angels
  
        From heav'n in answer rang.
  
        Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
  
        Lift up your gates and sing,
  
        Hosanna in the highest!
  
        Hosanna to your King!
        And then methought my dream was chang'd,
  
        The streets no longer rang,
  
        Hush'd were the glad Hosannas
  
        The little children sang.
  
        The sun grew dark with mystery,
  
        The morn was cold and chill,
  
        As the shadow of a cross arose
  
        Upon a lonely hill.
        Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
  
        Hark! How the angels sing,
  
        Hosanna in the highest!
  
        Hosanna to your King!
        And once again the scene was chang'd;
  
        New earth there seemed to be;
  
        I saw the Holy City
  
        Beside the tideless sea;
  
        The light of God was on 

        its streets,
  
        The gates were open wide,
  
        And all who would might enter,
  
        And no one was denied.
  
        No need of moon or stars by night,
  
        Or sun to shine by day;
  
        It was the new Jerusalem
  
        That would not pass away.
  
        Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
  
        Sing for the night is o'er!
  
        Hosanna in the highest!
  
        Hosanna for evermore!
  The amazing grace and power that God

  gives, the amazing hope of a future without flaw

  wow.

  It makes me want to cry, sing and dance all at the same time, 

  and it makes me want to share.

  It also makes me sad for those who don't

  have that hope.   For those who don't

  have a faith and a belief.   And knowing

  that I can't force them, I can't even 

  get them to listen for a moment.  All I

  can do is sit and watch, and pray that their

  eyes and heart will be open.

  Memorial services should be glad homecomings.

  And how many familys go into them knowing 

  they are not?

  Xanga is doing strange thigns with my typing

  sorry about the double spacing.  Very bizarre.

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  After the memorial service we ran out to the

  property to show my parents.  It was POURING,

  but my mom picked out the spot she

  wants to put her vacation home.  *giggles*

  My dad pointed out a couple trees that are

  dying and needs to come down.   And God

  pointed out a raven that some IDJIOT had

  shot.   Its wing was broken, and it was hoping

  wet and cold. 

  My dad armed in his leather coat managed to

  get it, and took it to a raptor recovery

  center.

  My grandma would have been thrilled to see

  us.

  And yet, at the same time I cry.

  And am crying as I write.  Its the tired,

  and the emotion, and life.  LOL

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