I got this in an email and I thought it needed to be here..

THE BIRTH OF THE SONG 'PRECIOUS LORD'

Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago 's south side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis , where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn't want to go.

Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis . I kissed Nettie good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.


However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back. I found Nettie sleeping peace-fully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.

The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words: YOU R WIFE JUST DIED.

People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end was 'Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.'

When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that same night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart.

For days I closeted myself. I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn't want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis Something kept tel ling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.

From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor Fry, who seemed to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took me up to Malone's Poro College , a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head they just seemed to fall into place:

'Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand! I am tired, I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.'

The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power.

And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.

-Tommy Dorsey-

Did you know that Tommy Dorsey wrote this song? I surely didn't.
What a wonderful story of how God CAN heal the brokenhearted!

Beautiful, isn't it?

Worth the reading wasn't it? Think on the mes sage for a while.
Thought you might like to share this, I just did.

Every one is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done...
Gloria

Well another weekend has come and gone.The weather was wonderful warm but not to warm.THings here have settled down a bit too. ANd that is a good thing cause I was unsure how much more that I could take. But this is just the calm before the storm that I know is coming once again. Its funny you know you would think after being married to him for 32 yrs. That I wouldn't let him get to me he does each and everytime.
Anyways this is what is on my mind tonight. As most of you know I am a relief worker for Canada Post. I drive rural route mail. I take my own car/truck and deliver the mail when the people that have the routes want to take holidays or just need a day off.
For the last 2 yrs I have been drive a Dodge NEon and having to take someone with me as the gear shift was in the middle on the floor. BUt now we have a Ford Exployer and its all power-windows,seat,mirrors ect. ANd now I get to drive the mail and put it in myself as I am going to be sitting on the passenger side of the truck and driving.The problem that i am having is that I am a tad nervous driving sitting there not knowing if I am able to do this by myself.Now its now like that I haven't done the mail alone before cause I have.. I mean I know in my head that I can do this I can actually see myself doing this then there is always that BUT...
So anyways I am going to give it a whirl. this Fri I drive and deliver the mail for RR1&2 Langton. Its about 353 points of call or stops.I think the reason the main reason that I am so nervous is the last time I did this route I took the brakes out on the truck. I am trying to convince myself that it wasn't my fault that the caliper stuck and burned the brakes off the front right wheel.. And I know its not my fault then there is hubby the one that yelled and screamed at me for 2 days for having that happen.I just don't want to have to listen to him rant and rave again.
This is the only job that I am able to do and the $ is good. It give me a sense of being indepenant.......
So anyways time to go and grow some balls and just go for it I guess.
Thanks for listening to me once again. Send good vibes and Pray that I can over come this fear and do the good job that i know that I can.

Gloria

Well lets see my days started off by waking up in the chair in the living room I have a nasty cold and that chair seems the only place that I can sleep right now.
So I get up take 2 Dayquils and head out the door. I get to TIllsonburg have to go and sign so we can get our income tax back. Get that far and all seems ok then I had to go to Norwich to ride along with the next rural route carrier I am replacing and almost pass out driving.I guess that my fever is back...Start to sweat and had to pull over to the side of the road.. After a few min. I feel not too bad so I continue on my way.
Get back to the post office and get back in my truck to head home and break out in a mad sweat again. By this time I am thinking that there is something really worng then I remember that I hadn't eaten in a while so I go and grab a reg pop and a donut. Makes me feel better right away .SO being sick and not being able to eat much and the fact that I am a diabetic... YEah I know I should have been kicked in the ass....
COme home only to find hubby waiting here as he got home early when he was suspose to be working until dark. SO we left to go and get groceries so that we can eat for the next 2 weeks. Then the son calls and askes if I have supper ready duh.....How can I have supper ready when I was in a town 100 kms away.. SOmetime that boy makes me wonder. I told him to make himself a meat sandwich and that I would get supper when we got home. SO I rushed and didn't get all that I needed. Came home only to fing that he and his G?F had eaten out... SO that means I fixed supper just for hubby as I am not feeling up to par just yet.
THen SOn comes in and my dogs start barking at him and he raises his hand to them and tells them to shut up...
THen he takes a rolled up newpaper and hits them hard enough to make them yelp.. I remove the paper from his hands and told him to never ever hit my dogs again the reason that they bark at him is because they are scared of him.. HE is 6'5" and they weigh no more than 12 1/2 pounds.. Tell me wouldn't you be scared of him too.
I am fed up beyond my eyebrows at this point...
HE is going to be moving into that house next door that he bought gutted or not real soon...
What they do not understand is that Hubby started work this morning at 1 am he is a trucker and now is one of the busy times...BItch bitch bitch that all that goes on arround here and most times is about nothing that is really going to matter tomorrow.

Praying that tomorrow will be a better day.. I I want it to rain...( evil Grin)
ANyways that way My day needless to say I am tired and BITCHY and in need of a full nights rest with no coughing and plugged up sinus's...
Have a wonderful Weekend folks and thanks for stopping by..How could anyone hit these beautiful babys and make them yelp is beyond me.

GOODNIGHT
Gloria

A 5th grader asked her mother the age-old question,
'How did I get here?'

Her mother told her, 'God sent you.'

'Did God send you, too?' asked the child.

'Yes, Dear,' the mother replied.

'What about Grandma and Grandpa?' the child persisted.

'He sent them also,' the mother said.

'Did He send their parents, too?' asked the child.

'Yes, Dear, He did,' said the mother patiently.

'So you're telling me that there has been NO sex in this family for 200 years?
No wonder everyone's so damn grouchy!'

HAve a wonder filled day I know I am about to...


Gloria

YOu all have a wonderful SPRING!!!!!!!!!!!!! Achooo!!!!!!!!!!
I hate Spring time colds..
Gloria