Pastor John,
We have a cd in the car of older songs that you all sang one night when Sister Grandmama came over one time. It’s been in our car for a long time, and we’ve listened to it many times. Last night on the way home from visiting Greg for Christmas, the words to this song were so clear and they went down in me so deeply. I don’t think I’d ever really heard the words before. Aunt Betty was singing it.
“The hand of the Lord, has the strength to move mountains, forge rivers and valleys, and make oceans run dry. But the very same Lord, holds the sparrow that’s fallen. What a blessing to know, that wherever I go, His hand’s holding mine.”
I was sitting there riding in the dark, with tears all down my face. Haskell was driving and he didn’t know I was crying. He unexpectedly reached over and took my hand and said, “I think you’re sweet.” I kissed his hand and cried and cried. It was very touching to me. I’m thankful for that and I wanted to share it with you.
Love,
Cris
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What a great testimony! Music is a mysterious gift from heaven that does things we cannot anticipate. Sounds as if the music was making Brother Haskell feel something, too, and shared it with you. How sweet, and yes, holy! Words cannot express how thankful I am for the gifted musicians Jesus had sent to bless us, and all his people everywhere!
Pastor John