I woke up this morning feeling anything but refreshed. It has been a long week and the days will only be getting harder and longer. Simply put, it is that time of year. A time for move ins and move outs. A time for repairs and cleaning and painting. List pile up with too many tasks and not enough of them checked off.
But I woke up this morning. Just another day in a string of days. A humid summer Sunday morning. My head already swarming with the letters that need to be written and the emails that need to be sent before I step into the office Monday morning. Through the mental maze of leases and names a tune slowly weaves through my thoughts.
And forest glades I wander
When through the woods
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze;
Hymn #1 in my church hymnal. A song recognized by so many people. Hands, small and pudgy, allowed to hold the book for the first time this Sunday, barely tremble as they attempt to hold the pages open and steady for mom or dad. Hands, wrinkled with time, feel the weight of the book in their palms out of habit while eyes never glance down at the words and notes. The pastor of my childhood church loved this song. On those Sundays when the choir took a step down from the choir loft and let the congregation decide the music, Reverend Rhoda would always suggest this one. He never once hesitated, he just belted out the beautiful song.
I woke up this morning needing to hear this song, needing to sing this song. After weeks like this last one, before weeks like this next one I need the words, ‘How Great Thou Art.’ In the breeze around me, in the rain that falls, in the laughter and in the tears, always the whisper, always the assurance…How Great Thou Art.