I told myself I have nothing to say. Myself said to me, "Then why do you write?". The voice within me said, "I must speak, if I cannot sing, then I must speak. For much has been given to me, and I cannot keep it to myself". The old Gospel singers used to say, "I got to run and tell somebody else". And so I'm writing to you about the goodness of the Lord in my life, cause' I can't keep it to myself.
"A charge to keep I have, a God to glorify. A never dying soul to save, and fit it for the sky" (written by Charles Wesley 1762).
I wrote My Inner Room years ago. After a few performances I recorded it and filed it in the Leap Over Walls Record collection. To my dismay, when I wanted to air it, I could not find it anywhere. I later wrote about it, without the recording, in my blog May 14, 2020. The lyrics and the music are, however, included in the Leap Over Walls Book of Lyrics (Which was published in 2005). Sadly, I found out I never recorded it as I thought I had. To me, not recording this particular song was a personal knock to my own collection because it would have been the last chance to be recorded by the original singer (My choral friend who has since passed on). I intend to record it for you as well as for me. So, right now I have a song but not a singer☹.
My prayer would be to join up with others, an ensemble, who agree with God that His music should be heard and His payday will be their reward.
Speaking of lumps and bumps, here's a quickie note about yours truly. This past month has been well spent with the Lord (as all time is well spent with the Lord). But, this time was exceptional. My songs, like old friends have come back to visit me, to remind me how great is the faithfulness of God. How closer than a brother is Jesus. Well...I fell down in the house and...I couldn't get up. I wasn't unconscious, I didn't stumble. I guess I just had nothing else to do, so, I fell down. I couldn't believe I was falling, but down I came. Boom! Certainly glad I was not by myself. My kids struggled valiantly to get me back on my feet while I just as valiantly reassured them I was ok, that is, I felt ok. After being settled in my favorite chair, with my favorite heating pad and my analgesic rub in my favorite places, a couple of pain pills took over the ouchy spots. The family quieted down, and except for a few furtive questions (many, many) about how I felt, I was quietly allowed to enter my Inner Room.
My Inner Room, where healing balm, spiritual meditation, praise to God for being with me as I fell, and for cushioning the hard wooden floors. For having his healing angels in attendance, and touching where I could not touch, for catching and cradling a non-cradling surface. I allowed myself a brief pity party (2-3 minutes).
Each day I've grown better and as Gene Autry used to sing..."I am back in the saddle again". You youngsters may not recognize this Western old star (Look it up in your FYI file). But, getting back to blocks in the road, here's a few thoughts on that, to encourage you to keep the faith and don't let anything hinder you from doing good. That's what these falls, trips and disappointments are all about. That's their intention, to stop you. Why? You must be doing something right, something God wants you to do, to complete. If God sent you, you must be equipped to do it. So march soldier! Don't let nobody, nothing, no situation, no blocks in the road, real or imagined, slow you down. So your dream may come to a grind, but not to a halt. Keep the squeals in the wheels until the Holy Ghost grease the road.
References: Galatians 6:9 I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, song by Lynn Anderson
Happy Easter, Love to all, Lee
