I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly
away
Some bright morning when this life is
over, I'll fly away
To a land on God's celestial shore, I'll
fly away
When the shadows of this life have grown,
I'll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls, I'll
fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly
away
Oh how glad and happy when we meet, I'll
fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet,
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly
away
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll
fly away
To a land where joy will never end, I'll
fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die, hallellujah by and by, I'll fly away
There are certain moments in life when I feel closest to God. These
moment nearly always happen when I’m singing loudly in my car, much like
tonight while I was driving home from Springfield and belting “I’ll Fly Away.”
I am not sure if it the fact that I am left alone with my thoughts and am more
prone to feel God’s presence in the empty space around me or the fact that I
see God’s creation racing by my windows, but in those moments I feel a
connection to someone, something, that I cannot see.
The moments I share with those I love also make me feel closest to
God. There are things in my life that I really like, but what I love most are
the people I choose to share it with. I could do without a lot that I have, but
I would not, could not, do without the people I love. Laughing, lounging, sharing,
and eating with the people I love reminds me that we are supposed to help carry
one another’s burdens. In the times I spend sharing in life with my loves, I
feel God’s presence.
I spent the weekend in Springfield. While there, I was reminded of why
I came to love that place. The friends and family I have there are a
comfortable group of individuals. It made for a beautiful weekend excursion.
God and I had a lot of alone time this weekend- these times are fairly
few and far between these days. After this weekend, I feel not only reconnected
to my loves in Springfield, but also to God. Thanks to all who put up with me
(and put me up) this weekend.
Those not pictured: Dustin and Darryl
