(Philippians 1:3)
My heart is so full today, and I want to write about it.
I have a new favorite song. Call it my theme song. Here are the lyrics.
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream - I have a dream
I've been really enjoying this song for awhile because it affects me on many different levels--the personal changes I'm making in my life and so on. But, this song took on a whole new meaning when...
A friend of mine passed away suddenly yesterday.
We weren't best friends, but good casual friends. She cut my family's hair and she made me feel great whenever I saw her. I am heartbroken. I just talked to her on Monday.
How short life is! How fragile it is! Do I have my priorities straight? What really matters? People matter! Love matters! Have I told my family and friends how much I love them lately? Do I focus on the important things, or do I get caught up in the nonsense of day-to-day things?
And what of that dream? Well, I hope you don't mind me relating the gospel to an ABBA song, but it seems to fit for me. Because I have a dream of that final destination, I can push through the darkness of this for still another mile.
And yet, I know my friend. I can hear her voice saying to me, "Becky, why are you so sad? It's just me. I'm just fine. Don't you worry. Go on now, be happy." And so I am trying to be happy. I trust Heavenly Father. I know He knows what's best. And I am so grateful to have rubbed shoulders with this wonderful woman for a few short years.
Thanks for listening. I just want you all to know that I love each of you, and I appreciate your influence in my life as well.
I'm so sorry Becky. That's gotta be hard.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry Becky.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good reminder. Sometimes when Elaine goes to bed after a struggle (not all nights but some) and I don't really feel like kissing her good night (those are just the really bad nights) I try to remember that I don't know what the next day will bring, so I kiss her goodnight and tell her I love her. Life is so precious.