I was privileged this morning to be able sing the special music in church this morning. I chose “Redeemed” by Fanny J. Crosby, using the “Ada” tune, rather than the familiar “Redeemed” tune. I always liked the lilting feel of that hymn.
Jonathan not only played for me, but also recorded the videos from the services. I’ve posted both of them below, but they are practically identical. It’s just a smidgen out of my really comfortable singing range, and I kept forgetting to breathe, but otherwise I really appreciated having the opportunity to sing.
8:30 Worship Service
10:50 Worship Service
I heard that while I was singing during the first service, a little red-headed bird kept on bouncing around on the window sill behind me, and flew off when I was finished. I wish I had seen it.
Of the six to eight inches of snow they were predicting, we have maybe two, and it’s stopped snowing. Not that it can’t start up again.
The sun is shining
Through the cold.
Soon it will snow.
This grows old.
How much snow
Will this storm bring?
The snow will pile
Soon that may come.
Won’t it be nice?
The last winter storm
Piled snow up high.
I sure hope
This one passes us by.
I think I’ve finally finished with my handwritten rough draft for my An & Mattan story. I still have to write an epilogue for it, though.
Actually, what probably need to do is find a place to put in a flash-back, and put the extra information there. But for now, we’ll call it an epilogue.
I stayed out writing for about an hour longer than I usually do today, since I was in the middle of the climax of the story, and couldn’t put my pen down until I finished that scene.
I’ve had a reasonable amount of clicks on the first part of my An & Mattan story, considering how little traffic I get on my blog in the first place, but very few people click on to the other parts. So it probably isn’t very good as written. Still, it’s the first time I’ve gotten this close to finishing a story in close to 30 years, so I’m excited. I’ll try to have the rest of it up on my blog in a week or two. Then I’ll have to start editing it (ugh) to make it fit for human consumption.
I’ve now connected Part 3 and Part 4 of my An & Mattan story.
I’ve also added Part 5, which isn’t connected to Part 4 yet. I still have more I can add to Part 5, I’m working on typing it.
Time ever swiftly flows
Like a river, like a stream,
Upon its surface as it goes
We glide in a waking dream.
Once flowing time has passed you by,
You will never see it come again.
Grab the best as you fly,
Hold on to all you can.
But let go of all that holds you down,
For everything might not be gold.
Some things lost, some things found,
Grant the freedom to be bold.
Each moment may contain a song,
Joy or sorrow, love or fear.
List as the time goes along,
Take heed to all you hear.
Time holds us in an iron vise,
From first dawning until night.
But to the heavens lift your eyes,
Soon the true dawn will be alight.