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This morning the windows are open, the fresh air is pouring in and I'm listening to the birds singing.
A magnificent concert!

Every once in awhile I lose my song. These past 4 days have been extremely difficult for me with mumsy. She has taken another turn toward heaven and I'm grieving. She is pretty weak, so when we leave our house she has to be in a wheel chair. I'm learning how to drive it, and pack it. (I guess I won't have to lift weights now!) There is more, but I'll just say that I realized I was having a hard time singing through the tears, then I remembered... the Lord Jesus is a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. He understands! When I look at Him, my song returns. This morning I'm singing again. Thank you, Lord! I am sharing my heart with you to encourage you to look at the Savior and sing! (no matter what you're going through!)  It's time.

Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain,
And the raindrop's patter made a sweet refrain,
Making all the sweeter the music of the strain.

So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will,
Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill
It may be that sunshine floods the green world still.

He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer
Makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear,
Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.

I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing,
Listening to your music with its lilt of spring
When the storm-cloud darkens, then's the TIME to sing.
--Eben E. Rexford