Today when I was in with Delbert we listened to music. It was Alan Jackson singing the old beautiful hymns to guitar music. As the music played he sat in his antique rocking chair, me next to him in the chair for visitors. I don't feel like a visitor in this place = I feel like I am a child... with an innocent heart waiting to hear a beautiful story. And then it comes, he looks over at me as Alan Jackson starts singing the Old Rugged Cross ... he starts the story...
"When I hear good music it sends chills up my spine.' He continues smiling and talking to me about when he was a little boy his family had a radio. The radio had three dials on it and each one needed to be turned just so and then you would be tuned into "WANX "- Yangton South Dakota!! Yes, he can remember listening to the radio and hearing someone sing and play guitar. As he would strum the chords Delbert would be able to tell exactly what chords he was playing even though he hadn't yet played guitar. He tells me that it is a gift that was given to him by the Lord. Later his older sister would go to start her own life outside the family and she would leave behind her Hawaiian guitar (this could be changed to a Spanish guitar with just one little part ) he tells me how he got to play it... how he taught himself... it was a gift - he is a musician. As he talks to me I can actually see the Hawaiian guitar in his lap as he strums, this man is even more a part of who I am than I realize. Inside my heart I hear my dads voice whisper. The Holy Spirit fills the room and we are surrounded by that "great cloud of witness's" I feel like a little girl sitting here... enveloped in the precious love that fills the air.
Oh it has been so long sense my dad left this earth...
and yet here I sit with him...
....I sit with Delbert, holding his hand
....I sit with my Father in Heaven feeling His love pouring over us both
...and oh what a day it will be when I can see this picture again!!
...but, until that day I will Thank the Lord for these moments I have been blessed with, I will hold them tight in my heart and know that My Father Which Art in Heaven shares this moment with us.
Thank-you Lord for Hawaiian guitars, fathers, memories and gifts!
(The names and dates have been changed, these stories are true only in my mind)
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