This weekend is our Stake Conference, and for the first time in my life, I decided to act like a grown up and go to the Saturday night session. (I figure that I need all the blessings I can get, and two bonus hours of church is bound to give me at least half a blessing.)
I may or may not have had (read: I definitely did have) a little bit of a high-speed-come-apart during my bishop's talk about hymns and how the Lord can speak to us through music. In times of fear, or heartache, there are a few hymns that always come to mind. I had a hard, late night last night and verse three of Abide With Me, Tis Eventide has been with me.
Abide with me; 'tis eventide, and lone will be the night if I cannot commune with Thee, nor find in Thee my light. The darkness of the world, I fear, would in my home abide. O Savior, stay this night with me; behold, 'tis eventide. O' Savior, stay this night with me; behold, 'tis eventide.
Never in my life has that verse been so literal for me. I'm grateful for music. I'm grateful for the gospel. I'm grateful for the peace that music and faith bring into my life.
