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What a Friend

14 Nov

What a FriendLast Sunday one of our hymns was What a friend. Out of curiosity (I have a lot of that) I looked to see when this beautiful poem was written and who was the author. Fortunately our church uses an older hymnal which has the information at the bottom of the song. What a Friend was written in 1855 by Joseph Scriven. Apparently the longing for friendship and comfort is not new to mankind. The song has three stanzas and I would love to share them with you. I am taking the words from a Broadman Hymnal that was used in my church when I was a very young child. It is so old there is no copyright/publication page.

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer.
How those words speak to my heart! Someone wants to bear my
pain.
O what peace we often forfeit
O what needles pain WE bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
How silly am I when I choose to wallow in my pain when I
have friend who will bear it for me!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged.
Take it to the Lord in Prayer.
So many times have I felt discouraged. Who hasn't known 
the utter exhaustion of raising a family, trying to meet 
everyone's needs and no one meeting our needs.
Can we find a friend so faithful?
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness.
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Have you been at the end of yourself, longing to share your
 heartache with someone? I have.
Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

This brings to mind a modern song, Strong Tower by Kutlass

“You are my strong tower. Fortress when I’m weak”

What a blessing to know that my friend will be strong for me,
 and be my refuge.

Do your friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in Prayer.
His arms he'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

My friend, DiVoran once shared with me her personal picture of a grandfatherly God who would take her upon his lap, wrap his arms around her and just rock and love her. That has always stayed with me and often when praying for someone I ask for them to know  that blessed feeling of being wrapped in God’s arms of love.
You can read a short biography here or a more detailed account here.

Mozart, Wherefore Art Thou?

3 Sep

My Take

 DiVoran Lites

One day at the bookstore, I saw a book called, Your Playlist Can Change Your Life. The subtitle: 10 proven ways your favorite music can revolutionize your health, memory, organization, alertness and more. It sounded like the all-purpose snake medicine of previous centuries. I bought the book and it’s a great book and a satisfying concept because I LOVE MUSIC, I need it. I crave it. If I don’t get it, I go searching for it.

You see, I struggle with moodiness and I’ve had a campaign for years to combat it in any way I can. My first line of defense is to read the Bible. That always lifts me. I spend time listening to the Holy Spirit and I journal every morning literally getting things off my mind. I like to walk, read, paint, write, sing and be with family and friends. One big help in my battle against the blues is to stop berating myself or in popular parlance, stop beating myself up. Yes, I cook, do laundry, etc. Everything goes better with music.

By the time I use all my little tricks, I’m ready to enjoy life, except for problems, which I’m now prepared to ignore. However, with all my playing around, one tiny corner of my life was falling apart.

It about did me in when the classical station turned into talk radio. My CD players were always breaking down from overuse. Where had all the music gone? I had almost despaired when along came an iPod and Pandora streaming radio. I know, I’m probably already old-fashioned, but I’m stopping here for a while in my drive to keep up with technology.

I placed the music from some of my favorite CDs on the iPod and I use those when I can’t listen to Pandora. However, Pandora is it for painting and writing. When I first signed up, I was allowed 100 radio stations. One Hundred?!? I’ll never want that many, but of course now I do, in fact, if I want to try a new one I have to delete one I’ve already got, and it’s hard to choose.

My current favorite is Dan Gibson Radio. Mr. Dan and his friends have forests, seas, birds, and frogs in their recording studio along with many wonderful instruments that play calm and blissful music.

Sometimes, though, if I am running on empty, I click on Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Radio. You’ve seen, “Mozart for Baby,” CDs. You’ve read how some classical music makes the left and right brain work together. It’s all true. If I need to be revived, and energized, Mozart does the job. I also like Alexander Desplat the composer of soundtracks for, “Julie and Julia,” and, “The King’s Speech” (good, clean movies by the way).

Sometimes I like jazz and sometimes I like Jay and Molly Unger Their music makes me feel as if I’m at a dos-si-do dance wearing a fluffy dress and swinging with my partner. I dance in the kitchen, so does our friend, Patricia Franklin. Do you?

The Claude Debussy station seems to fit almost any occasion. One of the things I like best, if I’m not trying to use my brain for writing or reading is, “Amazing Grace Station,” where I can sing along to the songs in my Baptist Hymnal. Music is back in my life and I love it. Oh, don’t forget, Chet Atkins, Floyd Cramer, and all those kinds of guys. Bill and I like to listen to those together.

Colossians 3:16

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