Two days ago, I wrote about a young man preparing to serve a mission. What I didn't include was sharing what happened after he spoke. His mother and two sisters sang a hymn "I Know That My Redeemer Lives." One of my favorites, this hymn was made even more beautiful by this lovely threesome who honored their son and the congregation with their lovely voices.
This hymn has a special meaning to me as it was sung at my sister's funeral (at her request). When I hear the words "Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives; I know that my Redeemer lives," I puddle up. In fact, it was all I could do to stay in Sacrament Meeting as tears were stinging my eyes. I focused on the beauty of the voices and made it through.
Joy for today: remembering that "my Redeemer lives."