Never give up on your dreams...

 

Erin found this on a blog she likes to read the other day and I laughed at it. 

Hope you do too.  

Well Bye, 

 ®achel™

Look at this day...

"Look at this day...For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision... but today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope." 

~Author Unknown~

Well Bye, 

®achel™

I Can Only Imagine

 

 I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by Your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When Your face is before be
I can only imagine, yeah

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still? 

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only Imagine 

 

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my hear fell?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only Imagine

Well Bye, 

®achel™

The Best Legend of Taps

There are many legends of Taps, a tune that appeared after the Seven Days' Battle. I thought I would tell you about my favorite of the legends.

There once was a man with a son whom he loved very much. The son loved music, so the man sent him son to study music in the South. When the war between the states began the man joined the Union army and,  to his dismay, his son joined the Confederate army.

During the Battle of Seven Days', the man heard loud, sad moaning from a soldier on the battle field. He risked his life to get to the soldier. When he finally reached the man, dressed in a dirty gray uniform, it was too late too save him. As the man looked at the young confederate's face, he realized it was his son.

In one of his son's pockets, the man found a worn piece of paper with music notes written on it. At his son's burial, he had the bugler play the notes.

The notes were so beautiful that everyone remembered them afterward. Today we call the beautiful notes 'Taps'.

Well Bye,

®achel™