RIP
Rush H Limbaugh III
January 12, 1951 - February 17, 2021
Posted on 02/17/2021 6:01:54 PM PST by Kathy in Alaska
RIP
Rush H Limbaugh III
January 12, 1951 - February 17, 2021
Bible in a Year:
How good it is to sing praises to our God.
Nancy Gustafson, a retired opera singer, was devastated when she visited her mother and observed her decline from dementia. Her mom no longer recognized her and barely spoke. After several monthly visits, Nancy had an idea. She started singing to her. Her mother’s eyes lit up at the musical sounds, and she began singing too—for twenty minutes! Then Nancy’s mom laughed, joking they were “The Gustafson Family Singers!” The dramatic turnaround suggested the power of music, as some therapists conclude, to evoke lost memories. Singing “old favorites” has also been shown to boost mood, reduce falls, lessen visits to the emergency room, and decrease the need for sedative drugs.
More research is underway on a music-memory link. Yet, as the Bible reveals, the joy that comes from singing is a gift from God—and it’s real. “How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him!” (Psalm 147:1).
Throughout the Scriptures, in fact, God’s people are urged to lift their voices in songs of praise to Him. “Sing to the Lord, for he has done glorious things” (Isaiah 12:5). “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him” (Psalm 40:3). Our singing inspires us but also those who hear it. May we all remember: our God is great and worthy of praise.
Reflect & Pray
What role does singing play in your life? How can you make more time for singing songs of praise with those who are experiencing memory problems?
May I sing praises to You, God. Thank You for so often unlocking the minds of those with memory problems through the beauty and power of song.
To dig deeper, read Psalms: Ancient Prayers for Modern People at ChristianUniversity.org/OT222.
I am missing him already
Hi Everybody.
A Sad Day. RIP Rush.
(((HUGS)))
7 months? they told me it would be weekend jaunts in the warm water bits of the world...
Greetings to all at the Canteen!
To all our military men and women, past and present,
THANK YOU
for your service!
Me, too...a very sad day, but he is Home and without pain and hearing again.
RIP Rush, you were a great conservative American.
Amen
Howdy, Kathy.
Hump Day is here. I hope it means you get a little breather and early bedtime tonight.
Such a sad day, losing Rush. He was a giant.
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Good evening, Mayor, and thank you for today’s sustenance for body and soul.
Did you make it safely through hump day?
My day started with the announcement by Rush’s wife of his returning Home. RIP Rush...
Good evening, ML...((HUGS))...a very sad day, indeed.
How are you and Penny doing? Storms? Cold? Any weather that allows walking?
Stay safe and warm!
 Pretenders~My City Is Gone [Rush's Theme] Rest in Peace, Rush |
Great sketch and tribute.
He was the only reason I bothered to turn on the radio.
Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?
No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.
I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.
Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.
Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O soul.
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