Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Weekend in Corsicana and back again

This past weekend we attended the Primitive Association in Corsicana. We were able to be there for morning and afternoon services Friday, all day Saturday and Sunday morning. We enjoyed being there so much. It was hot outside, but we were comfortable inside and thankful for all that Providence church did to ensure everyone was comfortable during the meeting.

We decided to drive back and forth instead of staying at a hotel in Corsicana. After CKB decided he'd like to stay Saturday night, I wished we were staying close, but it was too late at that point. As such, we drove home after evening services and headed inside. All of the children had been asleep on the drive home. I carried Mr. A inside and set him down with instructions to go to his room. A moment or two later, as I came around the corner in the hall toward his room, I found him lying stretched out on the floor a few feet from his bedroom door. He almost made it, poor thing.

Sunday morning we headed down to Corsicana again for the last service of the meeting. It's always hard to leave after a good meeting and this one was no different. I think we were one of the last few to leave after letting the children run around a little bit outside. That night, after returning home, resting a little bit and having dinner, CKB asked the children to tell him some of what they remembered from the weekend. Some remembered hymns that were sung. Some commented on how they weren't able to call out their favorite song, but that someone else led it, so they got to sing it after all. Some remembered messages they heard. What a blessing to hear what they remembered most. One of the hymns mentioned was "Nothing But the Blood of Jesus" and Mr. A promptly began singing it. A few minutes later he was still singing and asking us over and over to sing with him. We stopped what we'd been doing (starting to clear the table from dinner and begin bedtime preparations with the children), made a copy of the hymn for everyone and sat down to sing with Mr. A - he was VERY insistent. It was a good time for us together - a time that would've been so easy to put aside for "another time" or "later" or "tomorrow" and the moment would've been lost. CKB and I were so glad we took the time. After singing it through about 5 times - no kidding - CKB went through each line/verse discussing what it meant with the children. And yes, then we sang it again :)

Later, after I walked back through the house when the children were all in bed, I saw this and smiled. A reminder of our wonderful family time that night. It's always good to "take the time".

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh, precious is the flow. That makes me white as snow.
No other fount I know. Nothing but the blood of Jesus.


W. Latane Barton said...

Oh what wonderful memories!! Your children are getting led in the way of the Lord and that is so precious. Loved the picture of Mr. A. on the floor. Too tired, too cute.

Anonymous said...

My fondest memories are singing the hymns in church - a quiet little Baptist church deep in the woods with my great aunts and uncles and cousins filling the choir. I can see their sweet faces and hear the altos and baratones. It was magical. Now days, the churches (the ones we visit) do not sing the hymns like that and I miss it so. Great post.


Lok said...

Oh. This was so precious. So precious!!! And the picture of A on the floor tugs at every single mommy-heart-string that I have. I'm so glad you took that picture!

Matthew said...

fantastic! I can't wait until our little one starts singing! Who all preached?