Raindrops on hosta. Minnesota Prairie Roots file photo.
ON AN AFTERNOON WHEN TEARS rushed in rivers down my cheeks, when my heart ached with grief for my friends, when the reality of life seemed too overwhelming, my compassion and love not enough, I took comfort in the words of contemporary Christian singer Laura Story.
‘Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise
Story’s Blessings has uplifted me in the past, carried me through angst and worry and difficulties. Music holds healing power when used in a positive, inspiring and memorable way. It is a gift, a prayer. From those who write it, to those who hear it (as I did on Twin Cities based Christian radio station KTIS) and to those who experience comfort within the lyrics.
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
I love that song as well. Praying for you and your friends.
Thank you, Beth Ann.
Blessings truly come in all forms for sure 🙂 Take Care My Friend ((((((((loveandhugs))))))
Yes, they do. And oftentimes it is challenging to see the blessings in difficulties. I feel your love and hugs, Renee. Thank you for always caring.
Music can speak to so many feelings. Thanks for sharing this song of comfort to you.
You are welcome. What a gift music can be to us.
Thanks for sharing. I will have to go listen
You will find a lot of really great songs on the KTIS website.
Praying for this very difficult time. For your friends and their loss, and for you and Randy as you love, support and encourage you friends. Laura Story’s “Blessing’s” is one of my favorite songs, I LOVE the words….so much hope & promise.
I agree with your assessment of Laura’s song. I just had the radio cranked to hear “the joy of the Lord is my strength…” Love that song, too.
Gotta love the “Wordsmith” who’s mind is not that of our own
Yeah, you gotta love the wordsmith for the magnificent seed they’ve been sown
For thus they lead you to a landscape in an age where only visions are grown
and where the wind it is wafted, waned and is lofted, yet seldom is said to be blown
That is why you gotta love the wordsmith who may show you a language unknown
and perhaps offer an aisle to enlightenment, on a pathway that is yours all your own!
~Jack Downing~
Splendid, splendid. Applause from the wordsmith of Minnesota to the wordsmith of Massachusetts.
WORD UP! Girl, in the “vernacular” of recent vintage! Where be that “wordsmith” now?
Word up! That’s a new one to me. Sounds like something for a t-shirt. I need a wordsmith tee.
That is a generational example of the inner-city verbiage, jettisoned from and by the “New Age” youthful exuberance of grandeur and the diminishing traditional communication capacities of the Hip-Hop/RAP generation (audience) itself!
Ha, Ha, Put that on your “Wordsmith Tee” LOL!!
Good luck tonight. “Ale’s Well That Ends Swell”
Oh, Jake, you always make me laugh.