Jesus, Listening, Can Hear

Just as summer was getting rolling my camera broke. Ahh! 

With every day that past I saw so many things that I wanted to record—cute things John would build, Clara's birthday, the Residency Retreat where the cotton was stunningly falling like snow from the cottonwood trees, all the fund days of the Seaman Soiree, the last time Granite will have there fireworks show, Independence Day, Pioneer Day, and nice everyday things. 

It seemed like each day was a missed opportunity to capture and remember something wonderful. Then I had a thought that gave me sweet consolation—it came from a story about a little handicapped girl named Heather, who could only communicate by blinking. One time her speech therapist tried to find Heather’s favorite song, and after days of her blinking “no,” the therapist finally found it—There is Sunshine in My Soul Today. She started to sing it to Heather and came to the verse that says:

There is music in my soul today,
A carol to my King,

And Jesus listening can hear,
The songs I cannot sing.

And in the therapist’s words, “Heather’s reaction to that line was so strong that I stopped. I looked at her as the reality and significance of the moment pressed on my mind. ‘Heather, is that what you like about the song?’ I asked. ‘Is that what you want me to know? That Jesus is listening, and he can hear the songs you cannot sing?’ She lifted her head and looked me straight in the eyes. The testimony had been borne.” (This is the whole story.)

I like to think that the same thing is happening while I am without my camera—that the angels are capturing the images and memories that I love, but can’t record at this time. This gives me comfort, especially thinking that they undoubtedly do a better job.