Today I learned who wrote the beautiful hymn, Precious Lord, the one we hear playing in the background when we see images of starving children in poverty stricken countries. Here is the story of how this hymn was born:
Back in 1932, I was a fairly new husband.
My wife, Nettie and I were living in a little apartment on Chicago’s south side. One hot August afternoon I had to go to St. Louis where I was to be the featured soloist at a large revival meeting. I didn’t want to go; Nettie was in the last month of pregnancy with our first child, but a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis . I kissed Nettie goodbye, clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66.
However, outside the city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case. I wheeled around and headed back.
I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay. But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music.
The next night, in the steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again. When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I ripped open the envelope….Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words:YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end was “Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead.’”
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between grief and joy. Yet that same night, the baby died.
I buried Nettie and our little boy together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart. For days I closeted myself.
I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve Him anymore or write gospel songs I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well. But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis . Something kept telling me to stay with Nettie. Was that something God? Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with Nettie when she died.
From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him. But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially one friend. The following Saturday evening he took me up to Maloney’s Poro College , a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late evening sun crept through the curtained windows.
I sat down at the piano, and my hands began to browse over the keys. Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and touch God. I found myself playing a melody. Once in my head they just seemed to fall into place: ‘Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired,
I am weak, I am worn, through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light, take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.’
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest, and when we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.
This story is a reminder that during the times when we are hurting and we are angry with God, He is right there. He never left! He speaks to our hearts and there are times when we ought to listen but we don’t. We let the cares or distractions of the world occupy our thoughts. God knows and sees everything. When He speaks to your heart–listen. If like, Tommy, God tells you to stay close to a loved one, do it. You may never get another opportunity to be with that person. And, whenever you are hurting and you feel alone, remember this promise, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5).
Tommy was not alone–he had God and his and Nettie’s son–a reminder of the love they shared.
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Notes to Women’s purpose is to encourage, inspire and motivate women to reach their utmost potential and to enjoy the quality of life God has planned for them. Through devotionals women will be encouraged, uplifted and empowered. Stories of women from different centuries, backgrounds and cultures will offer inspiration. The plight of women from all over the world and their struggles for equality, respect and a promising future will motivate women who are going through their own trials to act and other women to make a difference in their communities.
Women can make a difference. Jesus’ ministry was supported financially by his female followers. Other women spread the Gospel while others used their skills to bless those in their communities. Women, I encourage you to live out loud. Let God use you. Don’t let your age, background or circumstance stand in your way. Let the lives of other phenomenal women inspire you to follow your heart, your dream to be the person you envision yourself to be. Be a woman of action. Find your passion and pursue it! Look, learn and live!
I chose the image of a butterfly because it symbolizes resurrection, transformation, transition, rebirth, hope, joy and new beginnings. In the Japanese culture it represents womanhood. I hope this will encourage women to realize that in spite of the injustice and hardship they may face in this world, there is still beauty and hope. Like the butterfly they can emerge from their circumstances (cocoons) as new creatures, ready to spread their wings. Don’t let society, your past or mistakes or fear hold you back. Take flight and experience the joy of living your life to the fullest.
When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched.
― Patch Adams
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom
and a little flower.” ~Hans Christian Anderson
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.”
“Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time.”
“A woman is like a butterfly….
If you want her to stay near you, but fly as she should,
you must not brush the dust off her magical wings,
nor control her essence in your hand…
her beauty will be held only by a stillness and purity of heart.”
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