How My Husband Charmed Me...

It doesn't take much, just pull out a guitar and start playing (or a piano, or bass, or drums, or saxophone, or...well you get the message) - or hand me a cassette tape of songs you wrote and sang back in high school.

That works too.



Apparently I'm not the only one he charmed through the years - only for a different purposes.


I still swoon when I listen to this song, takes me right back to those sweet courting days.

His friend, John, whom he had unfortunately lost contact with years ago created and posted this. Yeah, they reunited through Facebook.

Gotta love Facebook.
And YouTube.
And John. 

I love hearing stories from the GID's younger days.

Lucky for me {and the world}, there are NO records of my singing - not then, not now.
Not that I didn't try... (singing - not recording)

Although, all he has to do is open my Senior yearbook to easily spot me.

Yeah, that picture. Full. Page.
Do you believe I screamed out of embarrassment when I first saw it. True story - as if I were in some 1980's John Hughes teen movie - right there in the middle of the hall above the cafeteria. 
Screamed.   Literally.

Wait. 


It was the 80s 


And I was a teen. 


Now that's embarrassing.

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That Guy-I-Dig still plays "Goodnight" by the Beatles - only lately his audience is smaller -literally.

It is Well.

Sometimes I go through periods where my heart aches for the people and places I no longer have. Sometimes it's just a desire to share those whom raised me with my family - my husband and sons. Sometimes it the longing to call and talk to that one person who understood me like no other.

Then I remember a line from an old hymn that I love, It is well with my soul, and speak it like a prayer. Written by a grieving father in the late 1800s; he lost an infant son, experienced considerable financial loss in the Great Chicago Fire and then tragedy struck once more. He putt his wife and 4 daughters on a ship to England with the intention to follow soon after for a holiday, he received a telegram from his wife reading, "Saved Alone." The ship had collided with another and sunk in only minutes, only his wife survived. Horatio G. Spafford boarded the first ship he could to join his wife to mourn their loss. As his ship passed near spot where his family was lost, the Captain informed him of where they were. He was moved to write a hymn...

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea-billows roll,
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to know,
"It is well, it is well with my soul."

I know so many respond to loss with anger - even bitterness, indeed I have too, as I moved through the stages of grief; but that can only last so long before it becomes destructive. I can not stay in a the place of anger. I have to trust that it is well with my soul. Only then do I move forward.
I think of this man's strength to go on in the face of such great loss. My loss can not be compared to the next person. It is mine, it is personal, it is great for me. I can not judge another person's loss as being too great or small, it belongs to them. I only know that God is greater than all this and has given me the strength I need to wake up another morning.


After I drafted this, I found this post. Heather is going through a loss that I can't even imagine and yet she writes with such strength and peace. Please take a moment to lift this family in prayer this week, especially as we approach Mother's Day.