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About Nannette

Wife to The Sweetheart, Mom to the Fantastic Six, Nana to six of the cutest littles on the planet, Author, The Daniel Fast, A Devotional. UPCI ministers.

When Fear Doesn’t Belong…

It’s #FiveMinuteFriday! Write with little editing, and no fear! Ha, I inserted that one myself but I am joining up with others at LisaJoBaker’s #FMF to write for love of the written word. Today, Crystal Stine is hosting at her blog! Enjoy!

Has there been a time in your life that you have been simply TERRIFIED? Have you been gripped with the kind of fear that takes your breath away? How about knee-knocking, trembling, shaking fear?

I venture to say we can all answer, “Yes” to those questions.

We have all been afraid.

I lived most of my life with various fears. I am not proud of that. I would let fear envelop me, overtake me and even run my life. That is Fear’s specialty; taking over your life and keeping you from doing, and being, everything you desire.

God Almighty left us with so many booming “FEAR NOT’s” in the Bible we should never be afraid again! We just don’t seem to apply them. Maybe we think they are for someone else? Or we are saving them for a “really scary time” when we might need them more than we do right now.

I don’t think that is what God intended when He left us His Word. I think He meant for us to take it at face value, every day, in every situation.

Look at Isaiah 41:10. Many of us know it by heart, and rightly so, but what if we believed it?

“Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

 

Look at all of the “Fear Not’s” in this scripture!

Fear not…God is with you.

Fear not…God is your God.

Fear not…God will strengthen you.

Fear not…God will help you.

Fear not…God will uphold you.

Those promises alone should be enough to carry us through any storm, doubt, or chaos in our lives. Does it mean that trials will not come? No! It explains that the God that created the universe promises to be with us no matter what we may face in this life.

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We do not need to be afraid because He is with us! Not just when we call on His name, but He is literally WITH us! When Jesus ascended into heaven He promised He would send the Comforter, the Holy Spirit. That came to pass in the Upper Room when the wind blew in and filled all 120 of those present with the Holy Ghost! Then 3,000 more were filled later that day when they saw what had happened to the followers of Jesus, and it was repeated over and over again throughout the book of Acts.

Yet it did not end with the 28th chapter. “For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call.” Acts 2:39.

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We do not need to be afraid because Almighty, Jehovah, Yahweh, The Comforter, is with us!

Jehovah-Shammah, “The One who is with us everywhere for He is Omnipresent”!

The saying goes, “You have nothing to fear but fear itself.” According to Isaiah 41:10, you can lay that one down too.

Fear doesn’t belong!

Fear Itself is not hiding in the closet any longer. Bind that spirit of fear, loose the peace of God in its place. Speak the Word, claim it, believe it and live fearless!

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Giggling in the Funeral Parlor…

I have a memory in my head…it goes way, way back in time. Maybe I was five; it seems you can’t go back much further than that in your childhood memory bank unless you confuse actual happenings with the memories of others. But there I was, with my grandmother, in a funeral parlor, or funeral home as they are called in southern Indiana.

What I do not recall is WHY we were there. I do not remember us “visiting someone”, if you know what I mean. We were in a big room where there were lots of caskets, coffins, sarcophaguses, or after placed in the ground, “final resting place”.

I specifically remember there being child-size samples. Obviously this vivid, and not so happy, memory has remained with me for more than 45 years.

Never letting go of my grandmother’s hand, I think I can say I was traumatized.

Fast forward some 30 years and there I was again, back in the Parlor. Only this time it was for an even more somber occasion. My great aunt had passed away and my sister and I had been asked to sing a hymn for the funeral service. This was not anything we had not done before; we were accustomed to singing together. We had sang as a trio in our church growing up with our father as the tenor, strumming his acoustic for all it was worth, my sister leading and me bringing up the alto. “Buddy and the Girls” sang some old Rambo songs, newer Lanny Wolfe selections (now remember this was the 70’s) and probably some Happy Goodman’s thrown in for good measure. (Indulge me here with this blast from the past…you can barely make it out but this is the three of us singing back in the day…)

(And this one, a close-up of the Brady Bunch, I mean the Miller family, circa 1976…classics…dyin’ over those leisure suits!)

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But this time, for some reason, “Dad” wasn’t singing with us; we were on our own and it should have been easy street.

Not so. Oh, not so.

As was the setting in this particular home-for-the-dearly-departed, the singers and organist were in a “secret room” off to the side; we could not be seen, only heard.

That is good and it is also bad.

We could not really see what was going on, except for some “slats” in the wall that gave us a slight view of the minister.

It was finally our time to begin “Near the Cross” and the organist starts the introduction. My sister, Rhea, made Fanny Crosby proud in that moment as she softly crooned,

Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.

I humbly add my alto to her soprano when we reach the chorus and family harmony never sounded so good as we blended together to sing,

In the cross! In the cross! Be my glory ever…
Here is where things go horribly wrong.

We are gathered around one microphone, reminiscent of radio recordings, and almost singing face-to-face. Suddenly, without warning, Rhea begins to giggle.

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I look at her in horror when we hit the line, “Till my raptured soul shall find…” and she bursts out laughing and turns away from me and the microphone!

That leaves this alto all alone, in shock and disbelief, thinking she must have hiccups, about to be sick, or something else I cannot imagine. I cannot begin to believe she is literally laughing out loud.

But yes, she is, leaning against the wall in this little cubbyhole of a room, laughing. The organist glances at us both, back and forth, horrified and stunned.

True to our Miller training, I immediately switch parts and begin the lead as I enter “…rest beyond the river”.

I sing the next verse all by myself, finish the last chorus, all by myself, and finally, after what seemed an eternity, it was over.

I grabbed my sister’s hand; pushed her out the door, and down the hallway to the ladies room for my “What were you thinking?” tirade.

In between laughs she is mumbling, “I’m sorry”.

I am still in shock. Surely everyone noticed this was not planned. We will be the talk of the funeral for years to come. Poor Addie Cazee will be immortalized, not for the beautiful service, the flowers or the crowd that came to pay their respects.

No, this one will go down in history for the duet that sang a hymn (they won’t even remember WHICH hymn) and LOL’d all the way to the end.

 

“Remember those sisters that sang that song at Addie’s funeral?”
“Yes, have you ever seen anyone laugh at a funeral?”
“Not when they were singing the song right before the eulogy!”
 

I believe I told my sister I was retiring from “funeral parlor singing” that very day. I actually kept my word for quite a while until our grandmother passed away about 13 years ago…Buddy and the Girls were asked to perform a selection. This time it was out in the open, no little room to hide our faces. There we stood once again, side by side, that family harmony blending like magic.

And my spiked heel on her foot just daring her to even think of smiling…

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Estonia, The Singing Nation

This past weekend was of utmost importance to Estonians around the world, but especially in the country proper. So honored and privileged to be here for this monumental occasion that only happens once every five years. If you are just joining me, I am with The Sweetheart for eight weeks serving as furlough replacements in the country of Estonia, city of Tallinn. You can see my other posts about the Faith Journey here, here,  herehere, and here!

This weekend, choirs from around this small country gathered together to sing traditional Estonian songs, as many as 25,000 voices on stage…at the same time.

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Known as “The Singing Nation”, it describes them well as they have united together in their struggle for independence back before 1918 and also during the Soviet occupation, which lasted from 1941-1991. In reality, this country, more than 1,000 years old, has only been free a total of about 43 years for its entire existence!

Estonia, The Singing Nation

Estonians came together in 1988 and started the “Singing Revolution”. An innumerable group gathered on the Song Festival Grounds not just to sing their patriotic songs as they had done for over 100 years. This time they were political. They were demanding freedom; freedom without violence. Nightly, peaceful singing demonstrations continued in the country, paving the way for their independence.

In September, 1988, 300,000+ people participated in “The Song of Estonia”, beginning to see their independence from the Soviet Union as a reality.

In August of 1989, The “Baltic Way” was organized with a human chain of over 600 km reaching from Tallinn, Estonia through the country of Latvia, all the way to Vilnius, Lithuania. These three countries make up the Baltic States. Nearly TWO MILLION people participated!

It is said that the Estonians sang their way to freedom, not one shot was fired!

According to the Estonia.eu website, the 1860’s marked the beginning of a period of National Awakening for the Estonians, who had been a province of the Russian Empire. German upper class landlords ruled the Estonian lower class, or peasants. The very first Song Festival was held in the city of Tartu, June, 1869. There were 51 male choirs, five brass bands encompassing 845 singers and musicians!

Following the success of the initial festival, six more were held from 1879-1910, encouraging the nation’s cultural and economic awakening and growth. They then began to be held every five years during Estonians first independence. The festivals were “interrupted” during WWII but started back up again in 1947.

They have been consistently held every five years since 1950, except for 1969 when they celebrated the 100th anniversary of the Song Festival.

When I first came to Tallinn in 2010, we watched the movie, The Singing Revolution, detailing how the Estonians literally sang their way to freedom. Emotional does not begin to describe this film! But I have always been intrigued that the Song Festival has taken place all of these decades when they were still under Soviet occupation! They have only been a free people since 1991.

Regardless of the political situation at the time, the singing continued. The Soviet regime attempted to use it to their advantage. They made sure the festivals coincided with “red holidays” and propagandist songs had to be sung if they wanted to sing their national Estonian songs.

That did not deter them. They sang on.

Free for over twenty years now, the Estonians still beam with pride in their tiny dot on the map in Northern Europe. They are a quiet, humble people but their love for country still shines and keeps them a unified nation.

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Driving the streets of Tallinn today we were so happy to experience the love for country in these people as they walked literally miles to either be a spectator in the crowd of 100,000 plus, or a participant in a combined choir close to 25,000. There were many in period costume, young, old and any age in between. It was breathtaking.

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Yesterday was the parade that always takes place before the singing. Everyone that sings in the choirs, and participates in the concerts or dance, walks in the parade! You think it will never end! The Sweetheart took pictures for almost two hours and they were still coming strong.

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Here is a most wonderful panoramic shot of the song grounds with audio from the 2009 festival! And are two beautiful videos of part of this year’s show. The first is the children’s choir…amazing.  Take a minute…you won’t believe the number of voices in that choir! Be blessed and encouraged as you see a country proud of their existence, their heritage and their right to remain independent. May we learn something about unity from them in America.

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