...hand

Take out the Word of God and read: Isaiah 41: 13 - 20  “For I the Lord your God, will hold your right hand, saying fear not, I will help you” v13

Do you need to reach out to the Lord for your family? We are encouraged in Gods word that when we reach out He will hold on!

  This is the story behind this great song written under immense trial.

Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband.  My wife, Nettie and I were living in a   little apartment on Chicago.  One hot August afternoon I had to go to St Louis, where I was to be   the featured soloist 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 good-bye, clattered downstairs to our Model A car 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 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 our little boy.  I swung between grief  and joy.  Wondering if I could survive without Nettie I went to check on my baby boy and found that he also had 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 any more or write or sing gospel songs.  I just wanted to go back to the 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 a friend, Professor Fry, who seemed to know what I needed. One the following Saturday evening he took me up to Malone'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 into 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 we are most open to His restoring power.  I will go on living for God willingly and joyfully until that day comes when He will take me and gently lead me home.  

  If you're feeling like the whole world is against you and nothing seems to be right click on

  this link and sing along 

  Below are the words to the song: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/p/l/pltmhand.htm

  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.

  When my way grows drear,

  Precious Lord, linger near, When my life is almost gone,

  Hear my cry, hear my call,

  Hold my hand lest I fall, Take my hand, precious Lord,

  Lead me home

  When the darkness appears

  And the night draws near, And the day is past and gone,

  At the river I stand,

  Guide my feet, hold my hand, Take my hand, precious Lord,

  Lead me home,

  -written by tommy dorsey