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Five Minute Friday: Song

A song can transport you through time, comfort you when you're sad, and remind you of the hope of the future.

I can't hear the song "Fairest Lord Jesus" without thinking of the summers I spent in Vacation Bible School. That song takes me back to my church sanctuary on bright sunny days, when it was still a little cool before the heat of the day sets in. I remember the fun of learning new things about the Bible and making a slew of crafts to show off to my parents at the end of the week.

My friend's father died a couple of years ago. The funeral was held in the chapel at the funeral home. I had been in that chapel two other times in the past year for funerals of a friend's loved one. I was getting really tired of visiting that chapel and seeing another person I cared about going through the hurt of a service. This was the first funeral that had a more religious tone to it and when the music was cued for "Because He Lives", I felt odd for smiling but I found such comfort in the words and in being reminded that because Jesus lives, there is hope, even on a sad day like that.

I have no idea how many times I danced to "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang during my years in college. It was the quintessential party song in the 80s. When I hear that song, I see myself on a dance floor, surrounding by friends, laughing and having a great time. l remember the feeling of a big, bright future to look forward to and the belief that anything was possible.

A song is a magical thing. I can't imagine my life without music and the joy, comfort, and memories it brings.

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  1. I like how you explored this theme in three different contexts. Very well written. And I especially liked the second example of "Because He Lives" ... "there is hope, eve on a sad day like that." Yes, well said. (Your FMF neighbor!)
    Blessings~Cassandra

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  2. I wrote my "Song" post about the song Amazing Grace. I love how the old-time hymns bring comfort and peace to my spirit no matter where I am or what I'm doing!

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