Give it to God and go to sleep.
I saw this anonymous quote recently and as I am still awake at what is nearly 1am where I live, it could be said to be quite relevant. Am I worried? No. Am I scared? Not a bit. Quite the opposite really. Am I thinking? Understatement of the year.
In life we go through seasons – some seasons of utter grief, some of extreme joy and then everything in between! Sometimes things are just ticking along nicely and then you have a random thought or a seemingly random conversation and all of a sudden the track your life was taking changes – for the better or the worse. Or maybe your thought patterns have a massive shift. You get a different perspective.
As a Christian, I am thankful for one thing in this ever-changing world. It is that God doesn’t change. He is the same yesterday, today and forever (Hebrews 13:8). As I read somewhere – He is the Great I Am. Not the Great I Was or the Great I Will Be, but the Great I Am. He is in the past, He is in the present and He is in the future. Because of that, I can trust my future is in God’s hands because the Great I Am is already there.
Some hymns are timeless.
I think this is one of those.
I had the honour of facilitating the music at a funeral of a church member this afternoon. She was a woman who loved the Lord and was so full of joy for the Lord – it was obvious in the life she lived but it was also evident throughout her life by all that was said about her by family and friends this afternoon.
While on one hand funerals can be hard and sad, on the other hand Christian funerals are so full of hope and joy. This is because we know that death is not the end of life for a Christian, it is the beginning of their new life! We know that the person is in heaven, they are rejoicing with our Lord, they are worshipping in the throne room, there is no pain, no sickness and no tears. They have joined with the angels and all the saints crying out things like ‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty!’ and ‘worthy is the Lamb that was slain!’ Heaven is beyond our wildest imaginations…
I have sung this song on many occasions growing up, but more recently at an 80th birthday party of a family member and then today at the funeral of this wonderful, loving lady. It was hard to not choke up while leading the hundred or more who were gathered to say farewell, because this song was this lady’s life. She knew her Saviour, her soul was at rest, she was filled with, and overflowed in, His love…
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Saviour all the day long.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Saviour all the day long!