Happy Father's Day, Daddy . . .
Stored in my brain from childhood is a very specific inner "tune time". Hymns. My father paid me $1 for every hymn I learned to play on the piano; I do know more than a few. I smile every time a Hymn line flashes me because I always play that game by my rules. When I'm by myself I sing the line very loudly and with great force. This morning my voice rang out, "At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow."
Stored in my brain from childhood is a very specific inner "tune time". Hymns. My father paid me $1 for every hymn I learned to play on the piano; I do know more than a few. I smile every time a Hymn line flashes me because I always play that game by my rules. When I'm by myself I sing the line very loudly and with great force. This morning my voice rang out, "At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow."
In order to stop that one-line hymn loop ringing through my head, I play "WWJS?". "What Would Jesus Sing?" Rules are, I'm allowed to change the words of the Hymn line or lines to make them meet the Jesus I know, so I can carry on with my day, minus the loop. When I'm happy with my words, I glance skyward, I wave the light and I loudly sing, today's . . .
"In the name of Jesus every One should know . . ."
I could easily have left it there, a draw. Those words worked for me on so many levels, punctuation fun, intonation fun, and I didn't leave it there. I rarely do. I chuckled and rang
that angel bell loudly, one more time for Daddy, singing Verse 3:
"At His voice creation sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces, all the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders, in their great array."
Hymns are filed in my brain by "First Lines", just like the back of the Hymnal and I only memorized the verses I liked best. It was an easy one this morning Daddy, Happy Father's Day, I got to ring that bell again, I win. LAUGHING . . .
P.S. I'm only allowed to laugh if I think Jesus would laugh with me, that's just a good rule. It's a rule my parents taught me. So, thanks Daddy, send me another one!
"In the name of Jesus every One should know . . ."
I could easily have left it there, a draw. Those words worked for me on so many levels, punctuation fun, intonation fun, and I didn't leave it there. I rarely do. I chuckled and rang
that angel bell loudly, one more time for Daddy, singing Verse 3:
"At His voice creation sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces, all the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders, in their great array."
Hymns are filed in my brain by "First Lines", just like the back of the Hymnal and I only memorized the verses I liked best. It was an easy one this morning Daddy, Happy Father's Day, I got to ring that bell again, I win. LAUGHING . . .
P.S. I'm only allowed to laugh if I think Jesus would laugh with me, that's just a good rule. It's a rule my parents taught me. So, thanks Daddy, send me another one!
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