Some days I need to cling to the way I was raised. And, if you were around in those days, you know that church was a big part of that for me. Now, I know that many people have issue with church and organized religion these days and I totally understand why that is. In today's climate, those are four letter words. But, that's not what this post is about.
The music of church was my haven. It provided me a way to serve that I knew I could do and was good at. And, since I was never baptized, I could at least please my Grandmother in some way when it came to church. But the music was where it was at for me. And not just at church. Many times Mom and I sat at the piano playing out of the hymnal. And when Uncle Bill was visiting, he and Mom would sing hymns for Grandmother and her sisters. They loved it. We all enjoyed it and they both had wonderful voices.
Anyway, I find myself turning more and more into the music of my past. It's comforting for me. And it's one area of life that I feel I can take from the past and move on into the future. This is one of my favorite old hymns. I can't really explain why, it's just a beautiful song. No matter what is going on with me, this hymn reminds me that I always have a place somewhere in the world...whether I see it or not.
I love this one, too. Takes me back to the little church of my grandparents. And my mama.
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