Between History and the Future

I have awesome, beautiful memories of sitting next to my Grandmother in church. The song I always hear when I am back in that moment is How Great Thou Art, especially the chorus. I can so clearly hear her sweet, southern, soprano voice as she sang of the greatness of God. I bought her a music box that played the song and, when Abigail was born, a plaque with the words to hang in her bedroom.

Sunday we sang it in church. Jimmy was preaching at another church and Cooper was in the nursery with Ashley so it was just Abby and I. We sang How Great Thou Art and as we began the chorus, I was taken back, as I usually am. I closed my eyes and heard that voice, but in my left ear was another voice. The soft, sweet voice of my daughter.

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!

To be there between the history that my faith is rooted in, and the future I am hoping to pass that faith on to. What a moment. One I will never forget.