Night One

I'm about to go to bed and complete "Night Two" but I had to write the following down...

Earlier today, I got sucked into my phone and nearly caught the food on the stove on fire.

A quesadilla to be exact. I mean I blackened it. Smoke filled the whole kitchen and adjoining rooms. I opened a window but zero wind meant no airflow. I put purification in the diffuser but still smoke was visible and smell-able.

Kids came home from school and one step into the house and they were whining about the smell. I couldn't smell it anymore. Coop began saying his stomach hurt and the smell was making it worse.

Side note: When I was a kid, I rode the bus. There would be times I would get on the bus and smell what I would describe as burnt french fries. It was awful but no one else could smell it. Every. single. time. I smelled that smell, I got sick that night or the next day. Every time.

So when he seemed uber sensitive to that smell... Made me wonder.

I took him to soccer but we ended up leaving early because of his stomach.

Got home and the two P's hit; poop and puke.

Got him in the tub with Epsom and lavender then straight to bed.

I was just on my way to bed but stopped to check if he had a fever. His body was really hot. Even the parts of him not covered were very warm.

I started praying and my favorite song came on his radio, "No Longer Slaves."

I sang it over him.

He got cool.

You read that right. His body was no longer hot. While I was holding his hand, him asleep, me singing... his body was no longer hot to the touch.

I can't stop smiling. Right before my eyes. Never had that happen before!

I'm gonna continue praying and continue battling the evil that wants to take him out.

Now on to Night Two and Day Two.

A Thing I Heart...

Do you ever hear a song and you just keep hitting repeat, repeat, repeat?

The first time you hear it you say, "MAN!! That's a good song!" Then the second time you hear it, "MAN! That song is really good!" as a tear wells up in your eye. Then the third time, "Speak to me Lord!" as the tears accumulate and you don't blink because they will fall to the floor. Then the fourth time you just have to pause for a moment and take it all in; the smells, the hurt, the laughter, the memories, the feeling, the people, the beauty, the heart leaping from your chest feelings.

This happens to me when I find a song- usually a 'sad/motivating/moving' song. What song is it for me right now? "In Better Hands" by Natalie Grant. I heard this song a while back- when the music video was released. I watched the video, cried like a baby then watched it again.

Now I'm listening to it over and over and over until I begin to feel I sound like Natalie. (Not possible)

For you 'music people' out there, I think you're feeling me now.

I once heard a preacher say, "There are 7 pathways to God. Each one of us has a different path that we take to feel God."

This was a life changing sermon. I am going to do my best to remember all 7.
-Music (Yes)
-Nature/Outdoors (Yes)
-Sermons (Yes)
-Reading Scripture

I can't remember the others. Sorry. I remembered the two I was and the two I am not-at the time. I have now been able to let God meet me on the path of sermons-thanks to Craig.

I have this God given ability to hear a song and let it move me. I can to travel back in time to the moment a certain song impacting me. I can remember smells, people, feelings, what I was doing, what I was thinking. I can even remember songs that I wasn't listening to but that my Dad was listening to and the moments comes back to me.

I heart music.