Fifth Sunday Singings are a tradition down South.
We gather in the evening or afternoon every time there is a fifth Sunday in a month and sing, sing, sing.
Sometimes there are featured groups but often it’s just the faithful few who enjoy picking favorite hymns that might not get much air time on Sunday mornings.
Inevitably the hymns that are chosen most often include a verse or two about “when the roll is called up yonder” or “the streets of gold” or “amazing grace”. Because almost all of us have a hymn etched on our hearts during a time of trial or sorrow or deep suffering.
And it’s the promise that God is faithful, His word is true and this life is not all there is that gets us through.
But for this mama’s broken heart, a few choruses in and I’m in tears.
While I am thankful, thankful, thankful that I know I will see my son again, these hymns remind me that a lifetime may lie between here and there.
The waiting is hard.
He understands my fear, my sadness, my longing for wholeness.
thelifeididntchoose 