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One Day at a Time

I'm procrastinating on reading a little church history. And for some strange reason this old song came into my head. (Disclaimer: I am not advocating finding this song and listening to it.)

Before I get to the song, let me give you some history. My mom was born in Denver, Colorado. I don't know much about Denver, but I assume there are two different parts. I also assume that my mom was not born in the cool part. She's got a little cowgirl in her. Again, not the cool kind. She likes country music...the old country. In case you've never heard old country, it's less sad but twice as twangy.

So, growing up, I heard a lot of bad country music. Worse yet was Christian Country. There was this artist by the name of Christi Lane. (Disclaimer #2: I'm sure that she was serving God and He would be pleased to be honored by her music.) She had this song titled One Day at a Time. She sang about 'sweet Jesus' helping her take on each day. She concluded that this was all we had to do.

I guess it's wonderful how diverse people are and how awesome it is that God can be blessed by music that i don't even like. And no matter how horrible it is that the song is now stuck in my head, the truth remains that God watches over me...one day at a time.

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