First, my apologies for the lack of posts in the past few days.  Christmas preparations and a particular two-year-old cutting two molars at the same time have been keeping me busy.  Poor S apparently inherited my *ahem* wonderful tolerance for pain. 

I first heard this song a year ago as I was practicing for our church’s Christmas production.  It really struck me as a beautiful and striking song.  The simplicity drives home the message, and as a parent myself – wow, I cannot imagine.  I know this song is a couple of years old, but sometimes I am a little slow on new releases – unless its Blue Clues or the like.    Anyhow, I did want to share it with you today as we approach Christmas day. 

On a side note, the day I was learning this song, I found out my Grandpa – the only one I ever knew – had gone home to be with Jesus.  This past Sunday at church, our worship pastor sung it as a special and I was hearing it for the first time since Grandpa’s home-going.  I could not help but cry as memories came flooding back.  People say the sense of smell is strongly tied to memories.  For me, it is music.  Bittersweet.

Enjoy the message, it is powerful.