Well, I made it….I think.

Today was the last day of Music and Social Justice.  Everyone gave their presentations — thought provoking, informative, and well crafted, each and everyone.

And, I, I have reached the point of complete and total exhaustion.  (No one does exhaustion like my beagle, Gracie, shown to the right.) With any luck, I will have some time to unpack some of the amazing things that I have heard, learned, and felt during the past week.

But now,  really folks, all I can do is go to bed.  I have to sing tomorrow.

I do want to say, to any and all who read this, how grateful I am for all the experiences of this past week and for all the wonderful, thoughtful, kind people I had a chance to meet.  May our paths cross often and soon.  And may you all find the strength to keep up the good fight.

I promised to write every day — I didn’t promise to be brilliant. But, just to leave myself with a thought to sleep on, I’m going to end with my text for tomorrow, so that hopefully I will dream deep and happy dreams as I ponder the meaning of faith and mustard seeds:

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

• Refrain:
  I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
  For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

— Civilla Martin, 1905