LOVER OF MY SOUL

Last week, I had the impression I needed to get a blessing. I know better then to question the Lord, and yet I still wondered what my Dad would think with me asking for one. It seems I have been getting them quite often lately. But I felt impressed to do get one. When Dad had me come into his office he asked me what I needed one for. I shrugged my head and told him I didn’t know, other then I felt I needed to get one. Dad rested his hands on my shoulders like he always does before giving me a blessing. I know that it is his time to silently pray for inspiration. This time however, his hands remained for quite some time. I didn’t give him anything to go off of because I myself didn’t know. He finally lifted his hands and for the start of the blessing asked that he would be inspired to know what to say. I was given some direct council on being blessed to feel sorrow/pain in the moment for others, but that it would not consume my life. Other beautiful things were said and I wondered what in the world was the week going to bring me with a blessing like that. AGAIN, the Lord’s wisdom is far greater and ever more reaching then my tiny understanding of anything. Some things happened that were pretty intense. And anyone would have had the right to not be okay, but I wasn’t and I didn’t feel that way at all! I received texted from people I loved asking if I was okay. I was not only okay, I was great! I felt the sorrow and the pain in the moment and surely when I prayed, but as I got up from my knees or left curtain situations, my burdens were gone and my heart was no longer heavy. God is sooo good!! I am thankful he wanted me to have a blessing before I even knew what would come into my life. It was His way of preparing me. I am still in ahh!

As I was getting ready for the morning, I heard my Dad whistling… and I found myself singing the words as he whistled…”Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly..” This song caught me a little off guard. When I am home alone, I am known to be singing hymns over and over again. But here, it was a Tues morning and my Dad was whistling Jesus, Lover of my Soul. This was not exactly out of character for Dad, but it surely caught me off guard. I was immediately filled with the spirit, and although I didn’t feel in a bad mood at all, but the simple song took me to a new mood/level of happiness. I could not help but smiled as I got ready for work. The words are so beautiful from that song...

Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hid,
Till the storm of life is past.
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Leave, oh, leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring.
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

-Charles Wesley 1707-1788-

Honestly - my Dad’s little choice to whistle a church song so early on a Tues morning, set the whole tone for my day! The difference I felt in my own home… I saw the difference in his own mood too. There was more kindness, love, understanding. And where I think we have things quite great, today, they were greater… and all because he decided to whistle a hymn! Thanks Dad!