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Tuesday, February 17. 2015

It Is Well

I can't narrow down my favorite hymns to a handful, but this is one of them. It was the favorite of a pal of mine who died a year or so ago. It's been on my mind, not sure why.


Lyrics here.


Here's something about the SS Ville du Havre









Addendum: Just realized - anniversary of my Mom's death and funeral in 2013. That's why.




Posted by Bird Dog in Religion at 19:22 | Comments (4) | Trackbacks (0)

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I blew the last verse of this in a small Romanian church in 2000.
#1 Assistant Village Idiot (Link) on 2015-02-17 20:52 (Reply)
BD,

That is beautiful hymn and a terribly sad story.

It's interesting how memories are triggered. Shortly after my dad died, there was a phone number that was stuck in my head. I asked some friends and it wasn't familiar to anybody. Not able to determine the significance of the phone number, I paid no more attention to it. Then about ten years later, I had moved far away from home and was sifting through some stuff I hadn't seen in years and found a bundle of rulers and pencils my dad gave me from his office when I was a kid. The phone number that stuck in my head was my dad's office phone number!!! It was almost like my dad was trying to contact me.

I know God is holding your mom and your friend as he is holding my dad.
#2 mudbug on 2015-02-17 22:49 (Reply)
That really sucked.
#3 Curtis (Link) on 2015-02-18 00:08 (Reply)
I own a TESLA P85 (and solar panels to charge it).
This car ROCKS!.
Best car I''ve ever owned.
And, at dealer, lifetime (free) charging if you want and you don't have solar panels.
#4 ns on 2015-02-18 09:28 (Reply)

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