Monday, October 11, 2010
Tonight was a special family night at the hospital. My uncle Ron even in his current state, managed to make all of us laugh with his great stories. One thing that has always been so important to Ron and LeAnn is music. After all they met on the stage. I remember growing up, riding in the back of their car singing fun music and Ron teaching 3 part harmonies. All my 3 uncles, my dad and aunt were all musical, but Ron really placed that love for songs in my heart as a young girl. When I recorded my CD in 2006, Ron would constantly remind me that he listens to it every day on his way to work, until recently when his car stereo ate it. I was very touched that he would love it so much. That is why I thought how awesome it would be if all of would get together tonight and sing with Ron. What a sweet time of worship and praise we had as we all in beautiful harmony sang to the Creator and the One who can heal and One who brings comfort in times of uncertainty.
When the nurse came I got a flash back of how I once wanted to be a nurse offering bedside help to sick people. I thought because I was a night owl I would be a fun night nurse, only to find out I dry heave at my own child's vomit. It was at that time when I was also being drawn to music and writing the words that were flowing rapidly in my head. A revelation of knowing I wasn't going to comfort through touch and care, but comfort through music. Those worlds collided tonight as I sang with my uncle and family at his bedside, thankful that I trusted God with all my heart that He was telling me to pursue music not nursing. What a sweet time of worship we had, and I'm so thankful I was holding the guitar and not wearing the scrubs.