Monday, March 16, 2009

Why can't I just bring a salad?

I learned several years ago that if you say, "Whatever need me to do, just give me a holler" can come back to haunt you. Well, perhaps not haunt, but definately change your life. I casually said that to my Bass guitar player in my worship band. Then, he called and for 9 months I babysat tripletts. It was a wonderful, but tiring experience. So the other day when I said, "Just let me know if you need me to do anything", I did mean it, just not that. My friend from growing up years was losing her earthly fight with cancer. I went down to visit and had a wonderful 90 minutes of bonding, praying and left knowing it would be the last time I saw her on this earth. I said the "whatever" bit and then they called. The "whatever" they needed was a bit more than my heart wanted. I'd really just have preferred, "can you bring a salad or babysit during the funeral", but no it was, "Can you sing a song you wrote in 1979 at the funeral?" My memory is poor, and I could only remember about the first 2 lines and went through all my music in vain. Then I remembered that I recorded a whole bunch of songs and they were in the basement on cassette tapes. Thanksfully, that song was there. So Tuesday I will go and give honor to someone who battled breast cancer. I will go and share from the heart and this time it will be a bit more painful than babysitting the tripletts. It will cost more than bringing potatoe salad, but it will warm the heart a lot longer. For you see, God taught me years ago to make the offer and let Him give me the power to fufill my promise. That for God is a piece of cake; for me it will be a faith building, character walking to the piano experience but also a time to bless dear friends. And the song... It's called Sunny Side of the Mountain. It was written after my second cousin was killed and my uncle died the next day. I don't think I have ever sung it since I sang it in church in Owatonna in 1979. I will sing it again; it's now recorded and God will be honored and Sherill remembered with love and devotion and we are living not for what we see on this side of the mountain but for what's on the Sunny Side of the Mountain.