We've been clutter-busting at our house. Several weeks ago, I went through our massive collection of sheet music and music books, culling what was no longer of use. I had put the items in a stack in my bedroom until I could find someone to pass them on to. On Monday, August 1st (our 30th wedding anniversary), I carried the stack to put in the give-away box out in the garage. The obviously-not-yet-dead* dumpster-diver pack-rat in me influenced me to take a quick peek through the stack. And I'm glad I did. For some reason a pad of blank music notation staff paper was in the pile. Shouldn't have been. I use that stuff regularly! And in the same folder were pages that I had pulled from music books - songs that I DID want to keep. Don't know how that stuff came to be with the give-aways.
The amazing thing was that one of the songs was "Unto the Author of Love," the song that David and I sang to each other at our wedding. That I should find the very song we sang on the very day of our 30th wedding anniversary felt like a little gift from the Lord. I called David in and we sang it together again! Happy memories!
Thank you, Lord for my dear husband, and for "serendipitous" finds!
*(I'm diligently working on slaying that rat.)
The amazing thing was that one of the songs was "Unto the Author of Love," the song that David and I sang to each other at our wedding. That I should find the very song we sang on the very day of our 30th wedding anniversary felt like a little gift from the Lord. I called David in and we sang it together again! Happy memories!
Thank you, Lord for my dear husband, and for "serendipitous" finds!
*(I'm diligently working on slaying that rat.)
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