Once a month I play the piano in the Alzheimer’s unit of a local nursing home. This past Monday the lady that sat on my right sang almost every song I played. If she didn’t know the words she would hum along. I always enjoy hearing them sing or hum along.
While I was playing the following song she replaced the word “trophies” with “sorrows.”
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
It was just an honest mistake. It made me think how glad I will be to not have any sorrows in Heaven.
Then I thought about the fact that I can give my sorrows to the Lord now.
The trickiest part for me is not taking them back after I have given them to Him.