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Music is something I enjoy very much. I am not locked in to any certain genre. There are favorites that I listen to the most. But I don’t always care for some of the songs they sing.
Right now I can’t remember how I found this song, but I really do like it and Ray has a beautiful voice.
The words of the song remind me of a period in my life that reminds me how grateful I am to be delivered from.
Some think we should not listen to certain music if we are a follower of Christ. And that is okay if one feels that is what they should not do. I am certainly not trying to convince anyone to do otherwise. We each should follow our own convictions.
But as for me some songs that I listen to keeps me reminded of the great miracle it was when I accepted Jesus into my life.
I will never forget the day and some songs just reinforce that memory. And help to strengthen my faith during difficult times.
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This was back in the 60’s. My son and I would go pick up my sister and her son and go to the laundromat and wash and dry our weekly wash.
My sister decided she wanted me to teach her to drive. We had an automatic shift car so I taught her to drive.
She caught on quickly and was doing well. I figured it was time to see how she did driving in to a service station to get gas.
She wheeled right in but, a wee bit faster than she should have.
At the end of the gas pumps was a bucket on wheels that held water, cleaning fluid and tools to clean windshields.
The man waiting to serve us quickly picked up the bucket and stood hugging it like it was a baby. He did not move or let go of that bucket until my sister stopped the car. After putting down the bucket he asked if he could help us.
After leaving the station we laughed so hard and wondered why the man protected that bucket. He never showed any concern over the gas pumps possibly being hit and blowing up. Thankfully she missed the pumps that bucket and the man.
We were headed to the laundromat one day and we were talking full stop. I passed up the laundromat three times. We finally decided we need to not talk (which for us is not easy) until I circled the block one more time and got us in the parking lot so we could do our laundry.
The laundromat was on a busy city street. We had washed, dried and folded our weekly wash. After getting our hamburgers and fries from McDonald’s next to the laundromat we loaded up and headed home.
While folding our wash my sister noticed a pair of her husbands underwear didn’t quite get dry. So here I was driving down one of the cities busiest streets while my sister was holding that underwear out the window, and it was blowing in the breeze to finish drying. We never gave a thought to what people were thinking of that scene.
We have had so much fun over the years laughed ourselves to tears and still do.
I found out today that laughing to tears relieves stress and releases a form of intense emotional release.
So laughing to tears is a good thing. I am thankful that my sister and I still laugh to tears remembering some of our times together back in the 50’s and 60’s and beyond.
