Talitha-Cumi: An unexpected lullaby for my girls this week.
The night my Momma died, my brothers and I sang every song we knew as she slipped from our hands to be held by God for eternity. It was hard, beautiful, and scary. It was good in all the ways that death can be. Her last words were here trying to sing along to Psalm 27.
I didn’t have any children then, but I resolved within myself that when I go to glory, I want my kids to sing me there with the songs that I taught them, the way my Momma taught me.
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