I have entered blogland with fear and trembling. Feisty is sitting on my lap and Care Bear is here too. I don't have time to think or write, but just wanted you all to know that Kristen has launched me. There have been so many great messages in the last two days that I feel I need to do some explanations. I will do that as time goes on. I just wanted you to know I'm here. Just Call Me Grandma Dawn!I'm not sure why I was fearful. I think it was because I wasn't sure I'd have anything to say. Wow, I sure proved that to be wrong! The explanations that I promised came in the form of the series Kevin and I did together about his journey through addiction to deliverance. Kristen and I paved the way for that with our journal of her journey through anorexia. Both series are linked on my sidebar.
The next night, Saturday the 17th, I did my first real post. We had just returned from the third annual Hymn Sing sponsored by my husband's employer, Walker Manufacturing. The president is our good friend for over 30 years, and is also our choir director. He loves hymns and sees them disappearing from worship services, and in his "field of dreams" many people who still love the glorious old songs of the church gathered together to sing them and praise the God who inspired them over the centuries. That dream came true when we gathered on the lawn of their manufacturing plant - a lawn that is beautifully cared for by the mowers they design and create. I told about it here - and tonight we'll be going again. A great crowd will gather - and it will not all be old people - to sing for about two hours.
I realized as I looked back at that post entitled "Music and Me" that I was setting the stage for a theme throughout my blog for the last year. I didn't know it at the time. It wasn't planned. But it just proves how much music means to me as I have perused the last year's posts and discovered that approximately once a week I have quoted a song that has spoken to me that week, that day, or sometime in the past when I needed it. I have also talked about being on the piano and organ bench at church since I was 8 years old. I talk about choir, and singing with my dad, my husband and his sister, and maybe even the mixed quartet of my teen years. If not the last one, I will definitely have to put that on my list of things to write about in the coming year.
Tomorrow is Father's Day and last Father's Day I sang a duet with my 80-year-old dad. I wrote about it in that same post. This year Dad isn't able to sing in choir any more - at least for awhile. He's had a rough year physically, but is doing really well right now. But his voice has not returned to its strength, and his lungs just don't cooperate as they used to. He plans to go tonight, though. Wouldn't miss it for anything. I hope he can sing for awhile at least.
It's been a great ride - I love all of you who keep in touch daily. We have a good thing going here.