Stephanie ran across some one’s Andrae Crouch record album collection at a thrift store the other day and brought me 3 I didn’t have, but have loved my whole life long. I selected the one that was “big” to me from about age 12-14 or 15 (Christian songs have staying power that other songs don’t), and placed it on the turntable while I was busy with other things.
Each new song brought an o-I-loved-this-song and a smile to me, as I was hearing it in the distance a room or three away. But when it reached the final song on side one, I had to stop for a moment and just sing with Andrae. I’m not dead yet, but wouldn’t this just be an epitaph that said what really needed to be said?
I thank God for the mountains, and I thank Him for the valleys,
I thank Him for the storms He brought me through.
For if I’d never had a problem, I wouldn’t know God could solve them,
I’d never know what faith in God could do
Through it all, through it all
I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God
Through it all (sometimes through the fire), Through it all (sometimes through the flood)
I’ve learned to depend upon His word.
Terri Pickett and I used to sing “Through it All” at the North Pine Church of God in Davenport, Iowa.
And I remember that back in the 70s, my dad (who taught me to love Andrae), used to want to mangle the words and sing it “Through it all, I’m learning to trust to in Jesus, I’m learning to trust in God,” which drove me crazy. :) But now I do get what He was saying. For through all the days of my life, yes, I actually have learned some about trusting God with the whole of me and my life, trusting He will never leave me nor forsake me. He is true to His word, and I get that to some degree.
But it is also true, like my dad thought – I am in process. Since I haven’t been through all quite yet (14,976 days, but still – not all of the ones I get), since there are more days to come and sights to see and life to live and faces to kiss and hands to hold and tears to cry and things to lose and unexpected and undeserved gifts to get and gray hairs and wrinkles to hide and reunions for rejoicing and songs for singing and books for writing and seasons that change (and change me) and blogs to post and all the good and bad and ugly and ravishing beauty of life to behold …well, then, my dad was right (like always): Through it all, even though I have no memory of one day without Jesus in my life (not one!), I’m just really just, starting just, beginning just, learning to trust in Jesus…
And as Andrae so powerfully communicates in this song, Through my sickness and pain, through it all, through my sorrow and shame, I’ve learned (and I am learning) to depend upon His word. And that can get me all the way through all my days to the end.
By the way – the reason I won’t play the piano is because I can’t play like Andrae…but in heaven… Oh yes!!!
4 thoughts on “Through it all, 1959-present”
What a blast from the past! We sounded pretty good together when we sang, didn’t we? I miss those days…:)
Oh Honey. Bawling. You are good. And you will play like Andre. I love you.
Are you sure you can’t play piano like Andre? Because, you know, you’re incredible at absolutely everything else. :)
Very nice! I’m glad that you are enjoying them and that they are bringing memories back:)