Sunday night, I led a worship service that I called "My Story--My Song." In that hour, I sang a few songs that I've written and others I just love to sing and shared stories of times that God has made Himself very real to me. The congregation was made up of folks from several churches, friends we've known and loved along the way. Seeing who was there was both a joyful reunion and, in some ways, a sad reminder of the pain of recent months. During the service, we laughed and cried and worshiped. The most meaningful moment of the evening for me was the chance to share a song that I wrote about my dad's life and death, "You Guide My Way." I rehearsed that song pretty calmly while alone at home, but choked back tears when I shared it with others. The joy of being loved and the pain of grief are timeless in the human heart, at least they seem to be in mine. One gentleman who attended wrote me to say that he had known "Dr. Vaughan" for a while, but had the chance to get to know "Dee" Sunday night. I'm glad that he did. I'm very blessed to have people in my life who will listen lovingly to my stories and my songs.
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