As a little kid, my church had a youth pastor named Steve. He played a mean acoustic guitar, which was near blasphemy to many in rural Indiana at that time. He had a pretty cool folk sound to him (it was the 80s, so it worked well). I have a feeling he was a master of making the most of a moment around the campfire.
Anyway, when he sang, I vividly remember two songs he sang in church.
One was the The Crayon Box Song:
Red is the color of the blood that he shed.
Brown is for the crown they laid upon his head.
Blue is for royalty,
Yellow is for the Christian... who's afraid to tell.
(been about 25 years since I've heard the song, and I can still picture him picking away and singing... power of music)
The second was a song called "Love Him in the Morning":
Love Him in the morning, when you see the sun arising,
Love Him in the evening 'cause He took you through the day,
And in the in-between time when you feel the pressure coming,
Remember that He loves you and He promises to stay.
When you think you have to worry,
'Cause the things you have to do,
Remember He's not in a hurry,
He's always got time for You,
I randomly woke up with this song in my head this morning. I say randomly, but as I was singing it in the shower this morning (yes I sing in the shower) I hit the "And in the in-between times..." line and did pause.
These next weeks are a major in-between time filled with angst, anticipation, fears, and impatience. I want to get back to Uganda and get my son home. Yet, I will remember that He loves me. I will remember His promises. I will remember He is in control. I can trust Him.