Friends, I just did something I've never done before and wanted to share a blessing with you. I was playing piano, worshipping the the Lord and came upon an old song, written by Thomas Moore (1779-1852), which really ministered to me. I thought of my dear mother (92) in a retirement home 150 miles away and decided to call her up and share it with her over the phone. I first read the words to her and then played it on the piano with the phone lying on top, facing the keyboard. We both kinda wept together, it's so beautiful! And I thought it might bless someone here, too: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal! Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, "Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure!" Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above, Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove! Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!
That is really nice, Prairie. You may have to give her a regular Saturday afternoon concert.:love: Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks Prairie, I really needed that today, it's been a hard day. I need to kneel before the Lord and give him my cares today. When the children go to bed, I'll do just that. Thanks again.
You're very welcome, dear ones. Sonny was with friends, and sweet daughter was learning to run the baler with her daddy, so I had some "P & Q" (peace and quiet)--not that I desperately need it now like I used to, when our four were younger--but, never-the-less, I found more freedom in worship all alone... Could kind of pray and weep more freely, IYKWIM. The "mercy seat" was in the holy of holies in the tabernacle and later, the temple, where the high priest entered once a year to sprinkle the blood of a lamb upon it, in token of the great Atonement, which was to come. This song brings us, by faith, to that precious place where the Holy Spirit, released by the Blood of the Lamb of God, meets with us and ministers to our deepest need. Here we commune with our Maker and find direction for our lives. Here we find refreshment and strength. Yes, Jen, I had the same thought--I intend to do this more often for her. She seemed to appreciate it greatly!
I'm sure she will love it. I loved listening to my mom play through the hymnal when I was little. Maybe someday i will take lessons again.
my Aunt Debbie plays the piano...so I grew up listening to her playing those old timey songs....I love them so much!!
Jenn, they are peaceful, and many of them "touch" my spirit in a special way. I've been praying for you... Jen, this is the first picture I've seen of you. It's beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
Actually, it is my friend. Here is the link to read about her! http://www.homeschoolspot.com/showthread.php?t=4692&page=76
That's neat! 'Sorry, I don't often visit that section. You've probably posted pictures of yourself that I've missed. Never-the-less, your friend does look very kind, and I'm guessing she'd be honored that you featured her.
That's okay! I don't think I have ever posted a picture of me here. All I know how to do is change avatars!
Last evening when I called my beloved mother, I read something to her from Amy (Aball), which she had posted several months ago, called "Ten Guidelines from God." She loved it! Thanks again, Amy! Then I recited a little German prayer, which she had taught me as a child and asked if she knew it had been put to music. No, she said she didn't, but when I started to sing it, she joined right in! I guess that was our "concert" for this week, Jen. She grew up speaking Pennsylvania Dutch at home and "high" German at church. For anyone else who enjoys languages, here it is: by Louise Hensel, 1798 -1876 Müde bin ich, geh' zur Ruh,' Schließe meine Äugen zu. Vater laß die Augen Dein Über meinem Bette sein. Hab ich Unrecht heut getan, Sieh' es lieber Gott, nicht an. Deine Gnad' durch Cristi Blut Macht die allen Schaden gut. (I am tired and going to rest, Shutting now my sleepy eyes. Father let your watchfulness Over my own bed reside. Have I done amiss today? See it not, oh loving God. Let Jesus' Blood wash it away, And make it, at the end, all good.) As I'm posting this, I'm praying for others on this spot as well as myself, that as we plan and care so much for our children that we will find ways to care for our dear parents, too.
You're very welcome. Funny thing is, when Mother joined me in song, her melody was different than mine. She doesn't hear well; so she didn't notice, and since I didn't know her version, I continued with mine. Anyone else would have thought it a fright, but I think that God may have given it top ratings! He's just like that, you know. Maybe He even "mixed" it with angel voices and recorded it for us to enjoy again when we get to heaven. ('Hoping no one thinks this is sacreligious.)
