Hello Friend,
Did you wake up singing? Question is: “What were you singing? Some of us woke up singing, “Oh, how I hate getting up in the morning. Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed; for the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call: 'You've got to get up, you've got to get up, you’ve got to get up in the morning.” These lyrics were written by Irving Berlin in 1918 and give a comic perspective on the indignities of military life; however, I must admit that sometimes I sing that song. Oh, the indignities of getting up to the ringing of that darn alarm. I always urge Jim, “Hit the snooze, just five more minutes please.”
Once I manage to pull myself out of bed, my attitude changes. I am pleased to greet the new day—a day to be filled with opportunities to sing of his grace and glory. Yet, some of us will complain long after we emerge from our slumber. Some of us sleep-walk through our days unaware. And some of us sing the blues. Still others see nothing but darkness oblivious to the fact that the sun is shining, the clouds are billowy, and beams of radiance are streaming from the heavens. And oh, the tales of woe you hear!!! Not from me. “I will sing the wondrous story of the Christ who died for me; how He left his home in glory for the cross of Calvary. I was lost but Jesus found me; I was bruised but Jesus healed me.” Now that’s a song we can all sing. Let’s put a new song in our hearts—one of thanksgiving and praise. In my heart there rings a melody, Linda