Something SchnauzerMom posted in her blog made me think of Experiencing God. It was all the big rage five or six years ago. A large multi-community church choir (of which I was a proudly croaking member) performed the program at the Mabee Center. It was good, but it just didn't hold a candle to that professionally recorded "listening" CD that can be purchased as an overpriced supplement to the musical score.
All sarcasm aside, I have practically worn out my recording of this. It is incredibly beautiful and moves me to tears more often than not. There's a passage in one of the songs, "Father, Father, Jehovah shalom, You are my peace. Jehovah Ropheh, You are my healing, Yahwah my God!" that's now swirling around in my head. Now I have to find the music and listen to it again. I haven't in a while.
Grandson is back at his home. By Sunday I was pretty worn out. Saturday night he got my last nerve. We're a pretty quiet, dull, soft-spoken bunch. Throw a boisterous 5-year-old in the mix - one who is addicted to Cartoon Network - and grandma starts to lose it after a while. He's still a sweetie and I didn't yell or throw things. I just needed valium.
Hubby did the dishes twice today. What a sweetie.
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11 years ago
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I love that musical too. My church performed it years ago. I was in the choir at that time. I've dropped out since then. I heard myself sing once, that was enough. Glad you survived the grandson visit!
Survived, but still recouperating. :)
Are you recuperated yet?
The older I get, the faster kids wear me out. That and I don't have the patience I use to have.
I went from grandkids to trying to make accounting work. It's about to put me over the edge. I'm feeling an overwhelming need for beer and pizza.
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