What has become clear to me though is that you can plan and hope all you want, you can imagine and presume and expect life to go a certain way but really, there is no watertight guarantee. All the days are "normal". The happy ones, the sick ones, the bored ones, the tragic ones. I am no expert, I have less clarity than the average person but what I have found, because of One Normal Day, is this:
Live each day, every single day, with the understanding that one does not necessarily lead into the other. Hug your family. Tight. Put aside What Does Not Matter. Tomorrow could be a completely new kind of normal.
S xxx (Sheye Rosemeyer)
Live each day, every single day, with the understanding that one does not necessarily lead into the other. Hug your family. Tight. Put aside What Does Not Matter. Tomorrow could be a completely new kind of normal.
S xxx (Sheye Rosemeyer)
Sheye got me thinking about Grandpa and I was thinking about the peace that God gives when you know a loved one has gone to Heaven and this song says it all. I do like gospel and this boy can sing pretty well :) I especially like the high parts.
I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
I don't know about tomorrow;I just live from day to day.I don't borrow from its sunshineFor its skies may turn to grey.I don't worry o'er the future,For I know what Jesus said.And today I'll walk beside Him,For He knows what is ahead.Many things about tomorrowI don't seem to understandBut I know who holds tomorrowAnd I know who holds my hand.
Every step is getting brighterAs the golden stairs I climb;Every burden's getting lighter,Every cloud is silver-lined.There the sun is always shining,There no tear will dim the eye;At the ending of the rainbowWhere the mountains touch the sky.Many things about tomorrowI don't seem to understandBut I know who holds tomorrowAnd I know who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow;It may bring me poverty.But the one who feeds the sparrow,Is the one who stands by me.And the path that is my portionMay be through the flame or flood;But His presence goes before meAnd I'm covered with His blood.Many things about tomorrowI don't seem to understandBut I know who holds tomorrowAnd I know who holds my hand.
Every step is getting brighterAs the golden stairs I climb;Every burden's getting lighter,Every cloud is silver-lined.There the sun is always shining,There no tear will dim the eye;At the ending of the rainbowWhere the mountains touch the sky.Many things about tomorrowI don't seem to understandBut I know who holds tomorrowAnd I know who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow;It may bring me poverty.But the one who feeds the sparrow,Is the one who stands by me.And the path that is my portionMay be through the flame or flood;But His presence goes before meAnd I'm covered with His blood.Many things about tomorrowI don't seem to understandBut I know who holds tomorrowAnd I know who holds my hand.
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