Precious Memories, unseen angels, sent from somewhere to my soul..
We have this moment to hold in our hands, and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand, yesterday’s gone, and tomorrow may never come, but we have this moment today…
The music rose and fell. Our voices blended and ascended into the dark tunnel above, and echoed a reply.
I looked around me at the familiar faces, gathered in a circle, focusing on the songbook in front of them, and remembered all sorts of memories from the month that we had traveled together.
And my heart was full.
Last night, the “Out West Gang” (both the ’10 and the ’14 groups) gathered in Dayton, and we all climbed into a Harvestor silo, and sang.
I’ve known about a “silo singing” for a number of years. I’ve heard stories of the challenge of climbing through the small door in the bottom of the metal giant. I’ve heard how incredible the acoustics are.
And now I know! Click here for a brief video of our silo singing
As I listened to the words of the music, they spoke to my soul. Songs about God’s faithful, love and provision. And I returned home blessed.
Did you happen to notice the little blonde pup in my video? Meet River Muckalee! Latest addition to the Weaver Household. 😉 Em and KJ, your little yellow lab is adorable!