Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

I love this song. I love this song. It is beautiful and perfect, eloquent in ways I myself will never be. “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, O, take and seal it. Seal it for thy courts above.” Something about wandering away from the God that I love, something about leaving my heart with Him, knowing that it will be protected until the glorious day of the Resurrection. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. On this, the day of my birthday, prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Somehow, I want to convey to you that I’m not feeling depressed, or superstitious, or ridiculous (but who ever feels ridiculous when they’re being so), but I’ve decided that this is as good a day as any to plan a bit of my funeral. Just so you can be prepared when the time comes, and I can feel at rest knowing that at least someone knew how it was supposed to go. I want you to sing: “God be with you ‘til we meet again.” “I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord.” “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.” I want people to wear whatever color they want. Cry if they would like, or not. Flowers like the one Anika gave me for my birthday. I don’t know where I’d like to be buried. Maybe somewhere in Vernon, next to my parents. That sounds nice. Rachel Elizabeth Born: January 25th, Died: ___________ “She fought the good fight.” You may wax more eloquently or not, I suppose. But I like “fought the good fight.” All I have to do now is fight it, and I’m okay. I think that’s one of the things I love the most about the Gospel. Here I sit, making mistakes and accidentally hurting all the people that I love, even when I try to. Crying because life is hard. Running the race because I think it’s important. It’s like track. You practice and you run and you stress and you cry and the race comes. And you run it, and you sprint the last hundred meters, and even if you didn’t win it, you’re so happy and so relieved and so exhausted. And you get to sleep. Good job, and sleep. I love that about the Gospel. You run, you try to “fight the good fight.” And even if you do terribly, even if you’ve managed to mess up every opportunity and forget what you’ve experienced, when you die, Heavenly Father will put His arms around you and hold you close. And He will love you because you tried. And, even if you didn’t succeed, you did succeed, because He will say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” And you will have known that you fought the good fight.”