Hymns of Joy


I sell real estate for a living.

Recently, while leaving a closing, the rain started to come down and the buyer looked at me and said “showers of blessings.” I loved it. An old hymn I hadn’t remembered in so long but I still know by heart.

There is sunshine in my soul today…what a glorious delight. These words bring back so much to me and flood my mind with loving memories.

40 years later, I still remember sitting in church with my parents and singing the standards. I’m glad I have that memory. I’m grateful for songs of joyful praise.

I’m grateful.


Another day, another mammogram



Today was my annual mammogram that all ladies love to hate.

Having lost my Mother to breast cancer, it is important to follow through and have this important exam each year.

I would be lying if I said this is not stressful and nerve-wracking. I had to watch my Mom’s courageous battle for fifteen years and while we were blessed to have the extra days…it was also an experience I do not wish to re-live.

So this morning when I opened my email there was my daily Bible verse shown above and I was grateful. It was almost like my Mom was still there for me and reminding me that all was well.

The hurt of losing her will never go away. I never take my health for granted. I’m grateful for the loving arms of our sweet Jesus who reminds us every day that he will restore our health, either in this life or the next.

Praise him from whom all blessings flow. 

Until next year…


Let it go!



Have you heard the song  “Let it Go” from the Disney movie Frozen yet? If you haven’t you must be living in a cave somewhere. My 4-year old granddaughter can’t stop singing it at the top of her lungs.

She sings it in the car, in the front yard as she runs around waving her hands to freeze our trees, at the dinner table and obviously, in the shower. To say that she would not make it on the TV show “The Voice” is an understatement…she’s a “little pitchy dog”. Let’s just say she likes to make a joyful noise.

 The problem is, and it is a big problem…the song is catchy and it gets in your head and you find yourself singing it all day long. 

I am reminded of one of my dear elderly friends at church who each Sunday would sing the hymns with gusto. When I say gusto, I am meaning full boar operatic mode. I told her one day that I loved to hear her sing and she shared that she was formerly shy about singing hymns but then decided that the Lord wanted to hear her praise whether it was cringe-worthy or glorious so now she sings loud and proud.

 I have to admit, I have adopted her philosophy. I figure if you don’t like my vocal decibel you will know not to sit in front of me next time in church. I don’t make a scene but I’m not shy about singing praises to Jesus.

Let it go!