I seem to remember first hearing this song in the mid 80's when Squire Parsons was with the Kingsmen. I don't remember it too much after that until one Saturday morning, I was listening to Enlighten radio and someone was doing an interview with Squire and he told the story of this song and then it was played. But the next time I remember the song was while I was in the hospital and that brings me to my story today and the question that was not asked.
First let me say how much I enjoyed and loved all your comments, messages and texts yesterday. It is good to remember the old choruses, especially the ones like, "Thank You Lord For Saving My Soul". I'm reminded of a song I enjoy hearing, "I'm Not Ashamed To Say That I Love Jesus". When we have good news, when we have amazing church services or experiences, we should be calling our local newspapers and have a story published so we can share our story of the "good news" so others can read and know. Well, they might not publish it but we can at least share on Facebook, Instagram, or whatever social media we use. There are people that may not ever hear the wonderful words of God's saving grace except from us. Now for the question that was not asked.
Yesterday, I was across the street from the hospital I spent the longest period of time of my hospital stays and it brought back memories. I can not say they were bad memories, but just memories many of which were good. I remember a doctor telling me I would probably only remember about half of my time there and that was a true statement. But there are several things I remember so much that will remain with me for the rest of my life.
It was about this time, 2 years ago, I was beginning to regain consciousness, after being put in a coma, on a ventilator, several dialysis treatments and I don't know what else (thank goodness) except what I was told. But as I began to regain consciousness, I was trying to figure out, what happened, where I was, all that kind of stuff. I was trying to figure out why I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, people were hovering over me but I really couldn't see. Over a short time, life as I remembered came back into focus. I knew I was in the hospital. I remembered why I had went to the hospital and I knew I had survived from whatever they had to do to me but I had no idea it was weeks later. I must admit it was quite an experience.
I remember the doctors, nurses and family talking with me but I was not able to talk back. (I think for the first time in my life, people were glad all I could do was listen and I couldn't talk back LOL) They all were telling me all the details, what happened, checking to see if I needed anything, all the kind of things we do when someone is sick and in the hospital. I was taken very good care of. And I will repeat, I was taken very good care of!!! But communicating was difficult. At first I could not lift my hands and arms. I could only use my mouth to try to say something and there were not many lip readers employed by the hospital. LOL Honestly, it was a little frustrating (for everybody) when I would try to communicate. When I would begin to mouth some words and before I could finish, people would start reacting as if they knew what I wanted and much of the time it was wrong. LOL It was nice, when they finally would cap my trach and I was able to speak audibly some words. At first they could not leave it capped long (I wonder now if that was on purpose so I wouldn't try to catch up on my weeks of not talking LOL) but I enjoyed those few minutes of being able to talk and hear my voice. As rough as it was, I think hearing the sound of my voice was pleasing to others also.
But again, there was one question I never asked. After having the trach removed, would I be able to sing again? I wasn't concerned about talking because I could hear myself now when it was capped and I had known others who had trachs who were able to talk. But what about singing? I never asked because I came to the realization it really didn't matter. I never really could sing before even though I enjoyed it so it would be ok if I couldn't sing at all now. After all, I had ears and I could hear. After all, God had given me life, he had brought me through the biggest storm of my life and he would meet my every need. I had a lot of recovery still ahead of me. When I could talk, I asked lots of questions but I never asked about singing.
Even as I write this story and memory this morning, it seems so trivial that this question would have even entered my mind. When all you can do is lay there, not talk, you have lots and lots of time just to think and reflect on many, many things. I believe I have previously shared, that I felt God in my room all the time. I believe He sent "an Angel" one day for encouragement and in my mind that's when my healing really started. The television was on most of the time, but it showed too many food and drink commercials and when you have not ate or drank anything for weeks (and I was so very hungry and thirsty) that was something that was not very enjoyable. So, I loved having my phone and tablet with me (when I was finally able to hold it and press the buttons with shaky weak hands and fingers) and I could listen to "my music". And I remember, when the song was played, "I Sing Because".
I have so much to be thankful for! And while I still can not sing, I'm thankful for every opportunity to try.
Psalm 100
1 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
2 Serve the Lord with gladness: come before His presence with singing.
3 Know ye that the Lord He is God: it is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.
4 Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise: be thankful unto Him, and bless His name.
5 For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting; and His truth endureth to all generations.
That took a long time to tell that story so if you are still reading, I hope you will enjoy hearing, "I Sing Because". Thank you for reading and allowing me to share!
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