Old Cowbelle: PrioritiesIt’s more fun to write about happy, humorous, silly things in my Cow column, but Hurricane Sandy and its devastation is too big, too important to by-pass.
It’s more fun to write about happy, humorous, silly things in my Cow column, but Hurricane Sandy and its devastation is too big, too important to by-pass.
Woven through the horror of it, we are shown the bravery and dedication of the first responders, the doctors and nurses, the fire fighters and military personnel who get right in the middle of it to help and save others. We are so indebted to them.
Watching the devastation in the wake of Sandy on the East Coast area is scary! Trying to imagine what it must be like living there is even scarier.
Right now on the TV, it shows 110 homes burning, besides all the wind and water damage, and loss of life. The enormous strength of wind, water and fire makes me realize what helpless little creatures we are, crawling on the face of the earth.
Those of us without a lot of money or power can only send our prayers heavenward, seeking strength and faith for those who are affected. Maybe so that all may realize how very dependent we are on God; and that however bad things get, He is always near and will never leave us nor forsake us.
It’s easy for me to say all this, when my life goes on as usual. But it is amazing how these traumatic events do bring people together, to help or pray. Facebook reveals to me how many, many hundreds of people do pray and keep on praying for others (the nicest thing about Facebook).
I wonder, will a tragedy such as this bring more people closer to the Lord? Do you think that maybe that is why He allows it to happen?
Psalm 46:1-3, and 7 tells us: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. The Lord Almighty is with us.”
In the pew behind me, a young mother’s (you know who you are) clear sweet voice swells with the strains of a familiar hymn. All around me the voices of different tones ring out in praise to God. Off and on through the song, my own squeak is added…and again a wave of longing to be able to sing well washes over me.
Inside my heart and head, I hear the most beautiful melodies; songs of joy, songs of praise, songs of thanks, sometimes song of sorrow. I don’t mind being gray haired, wrinkled and overweight. I get along fine with myself. I am very tolerant of all my shortcomings, which are many. And I am grateful to God for also being tolerant of me....even loving me!
But how I wish I could sing well! Those who are blessed with good voices will never know the frustration of a heart full and overflowing with thanks and praise, whose voice cannot express it.
But I remember to thank God, because of Jesus’ sacrifice, one day I too will be able to raise my voice in praise and adoration in Heaven.
Husband never claimed to have a good singing voice, either; actually, he never sang, except for some silly obscene little ditties he made up. But TODAY, Nov. 7, which would have been his 87th birthday, I like to think he is up THERE, singing his heart out. Lucky man!