I blogged last week about how God had comforted me through the song I found in my desk as I cleaned. (See post below if you didn't read it.) It was the song "Good to Me" and the timing of me coming across that paper was perfect.
Matt goes to first service at church without us cause he teaches (I took this year off) and then we all go to 2nd service together. I was still laying on the couch with Asa when he was leaving.
"Tell me if they play that song" I said as he kissed my forehead. "I have a feeling they will."
I'm sure you've caught onto how often God uses music to speak to my heart - and there are so many times that we end up singing songs on Sundays when the timing is unbelievable for something that had happened that week. Even things like singing a song from her funeral on her birthday....some times it brings me serious pain, but even in the pain, I'm thankful to have the reminder of her - and that God hasn't forgotten me.
Matt said ok as he headed out, but since I don't usually share these things with him ahead of time (I'm always trying to tell him this stuff AFTER the 'coincidence' happens and he's never overly impressed) I know he didn't really think much of it. Nothing compares to the smile on his face when he came home to get us between services (still sharing a vehicle...) and said "They played the song!" and on top of that, he was "late" and it started playing as soon as he walked in.
We got there late for 2nd service so I missed it, but as we sat down, they started playing "I will Rise"
I've blogged about this one before and how I think of Rachel singing praises to God in heaven when I sing this. Today though, probably a result of what God has been doing in my heart these past two weeks, I felt like I was singing WITH her.... it's the cry of my longing heart - my comfort through this horrible trial - He is worthy... I know she's singing it there...and I'm thankful that I'm singing it here - wholeheartedly.
I was just writing in my book about the day I found out I was pregnant with Rachel... shortly after I had the 2 pink lines, Matt & I (we were at a conference) had to go our separate ways because they were having a different speaker for the men and women. I rubbed my belly and the first words I ever spoke to her were "Looks like it's you and me, little baby...I'm so glad you're mine"
Today, as she worshipped in heaven and I worshipped here, I felt heaven and earth become one and my soul spoke these words in her direction "It's still you & me girl, I'm so glad you're mine"
There is a piece of me in heaven. Our bond will never be broken. She is such a blessing....and our God?
Our God is GOOD!