Another babe sick. It is different though. He is older and can tell me what's wrong. And he is throwing up. I am not scared of that in the most part. It is not a hidden sickness. It is horrible and then done. Fevers are a different story.
I left the house for a bit and went to a bests house. I always have music playing on my van stereo. It helped my soul for the short drive. So soothing. I have learned that it can bring the hope back. It is warfare. A good pounding worship song. Not sing-songy but deep and raw. The verse, "....put on the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness," had hit me one time. I had all of a sudden understood what it meant. That you can fight your way out of the dark by uplifting your soul.
www.thirdday.com/songs/follow-me-there
Here's a song that I love. Maybe not a warfare song but uplifting. Makes me want to run in a field. Smile. Wink.
I'm glad you had this bit of uplifting. I read your last post and didn't know what to say. My day was tough but I'm holding tight to the joy of an unexpected blessing. I felt myself sliding but said over and over again, "You cannot steal my joy. You cannot steal my joy."
ReplyDeleteAnyway, it's amazing what a song and a break can do.