Jesus Loves Me

 March 30 2008

Dad opens with a 'familiar as long as I can remember' song and a little humor -- capturing his humor so well --deflecting in a playful way.

3:09 Mom is worship leader and makes a wonderful offhanded comment about the children hugging, bringing me to tears. Mom's personality and memory had changed a lot in her later years. Hearing her true self was a wonderful unexpected blessing. Mom never thought of herself as a teacher, yet throughout the service, she is doing exactly that - guiding the congregation and leading with care and grace.

6' 15" Birthdays etc.

8'05" organ prelude

10' Call to worship responsive reading and Jesu Joy from Hymnal

14'15" JL scripture reading/offering/organ/Doxology

17'41 JL offering prayer -- followed by children's message 

27'30" JL leads Joys and Concerns

29'40" mom gives an update on MM home from hospital and doing well/having painful therapy.

31'45" Hymn introduced -- with a young/new pianist playing (Dad is doing a good job of leading with his unmiced voice to help guide the congregation)

36'10" JL leading in prayer

39'05" Mom scripture reading - 1 Peter 1: 1-9, 13-17

42'30 Sermon JL 56'20" closing prayer

57'30" Be Thou My Vision  - organ

1 hour 30" Final thoughts by JL -- organ -- congregation laughter

Dear Readers,

As stated above, hearing mom took me emotionally off guard. It is a wonderful release to mourn as I listen to her as worship leader especially as we approach the anniversary of Mom's passing. Marking the year after the passing of a family member was important to mom, something I found out when she remembered her own mother. With that said, I am sending thoughts of mom to mind as often as I can and appreciating the endless treasures she placed in my heart.

Thanks for reading.

Stay well,

Amy BH




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