Not On My Own

Spinning off of last month’s post on the importance of human touch,  I am sharing with you a video down below of a song I wrote about needing a friend when you’re really down and out.  This is a thank you to those who have come alongside of me when I was sick and a reminder to all of us to take the time to be a friend to someone who can’t help themselves.

I hope you like it.  I would appreciate some feedback if to let me know if any of the songs I share with you resonates with you in some way or needs some improvement.

On a similar note, I have a friend in the Philippines who is very much in need of a plasma dialysis.  Unfortunately, over there, she can’t get the treatment without having the funds for it and she is already so much in debt due to medical bills.  We’ve created a gofundme site to help her out.  She needs at least about $1000 to get her dialysis, which is already overdue.  If you are able to  give even just $5, that would be a great help.  And you can do that RIGHT HERE!

Thank you, enjoy the song and have a blessed week!

My Concussion Song

Have you ever felt like a helpless child? Like the more you try and fix something, the worse it gets; or the more you try and dig yourself out of a situation, the deeper you get steeped into it?

That’s what it was like for me in the first several months after I had my accident. I would start feeling a little better and act like I was all better, only making me sicker.

When I learned to stop fighting the process that I was going through, and just rest, like I’ve been told to do, then the healing started.

When you learn to rest and submit to the process, then the healing starts.

Resting for a concussion patient means no music, no tv, no reading, no nothing for two to four weeks. Mine was way longer than that. What does that tell you about my resting abilities? I don’t think I’ve ever known what boredom was like until then. It was a very, very, very lonely and frustrating time. (I’ve never craved for human touch as much as I did during that time.)

Yet, I am grateful for that depressing period of my life for the things I learned to appreciate. It was in that season also that God gave me songs of comfort and encouragement. Even though I could not listen to music, I would hear music in my mind and in my dreams, His lullabies for me in my darkest hours.

This is what this new song I have below is about. I hope you enjoy it, be encouraged by it, and if you think it can help someone else, please share it with them.

Blessings,
Christine