Maranatha Singers

This morning I awoke far too early, yet again. I've been wrestling with a sore throat turned cough for 11 days. And I'm agitated to say the least. But stumbling out of  bed I saw the glimmer of the morning sky peeking through the blinds. Grabbing my phone, I shuffled towards the front porch and took a photo of God's melody in the horizon before me. These are my kisses from Heaven. Morning and evening glimpses of my Bridegroom.  With each note of His love song I am reminded of His deep affection for me. 

I knew I would be staying home again and in need of rest. As I frequently do, I put on music to stir my heart and quiet my spirit before God. Then something rather magical happened. Songs were playing from my early teenage days of being a Christian.  I chuckled and wondered if my kids would make fun of how old I am and how like "elevator music", these tunes sounded. But the chuckles gave way to smiles and tears of deep joy as the Holy Spirit reminded me of those early years. I saved all my pocket money to be able to buy Christian cassettes.  Yes, cassettes.  There weren't tons of choices available to me back then and I had to ride a bus to the  next town to purchase tapes from the only Christian bookstore in the area. It was tucked in the basement of an old house and wasn't much bigger than a regular living room, but oh the treasures it held.  I saved hard to be able to get Marantha praise tapes and several years later I was gutted, when I accidentally left them in my hot car and they melted….

This morning my soul was kissed again as I remembered my fervent pursuit of the Lord. I was a sponge back then, soaking up everything I could. Even though my voice was croaky, I sang along once more to the Maranatha singers and felt peaceful as I reconnected with that part of my history. I  can honestly say I am truly blessed.  Without the sickness, I may have missed the love song.