Jaime Geideman – Associate Worship Pastor
I started singing in church when I was four years old. My Dad was a Worship Pastor at the time and he invited me one weekend to join him on stage to sing a special song. I remember how incredible the invitation felt and how special that moment felt, I’ll never forget it. At least…I thought I’d never forget it.
I’ve always recalled the song I sang as “In my life Lord, be glorified.” Over the year’s people have asked me, “What’s the first song you ever sang?” And I’ve always answered, “In my life Lord.” We sang that song a lot when I was a kid. It was our bedtime song, it has become a bedtime song to my kids, it’s just always the song that pops into my head when I think of myself singing as a kid.
So, a few months back I was sitting amongst our worship staff and someone asked me the question, “What’s the first song you ever sang?” I answered what I always answered… “In my life Lord.” If you have the privilege of knowing Monte Hunt, another of our Associate Worship Pastors, he is a fact-knowing, brilliant person. As I gave my response he looked at me puzzled. He said that he didn’t think that song was prominent yet in the church when I was 4 years old… and then I was puzzled. Was that the song? Had I been mistaken all this time? Have I lied to the hundreds of people I’ve told that to??
After that conversation ended, I had a to-do list to get back to. I thought to myself that I was definitely going to look into it later and call my Mom because she’d remember. But I got busy and forgot about it. On August 13th 2016, I decided to go out to my brother’s grave to take some time to honor and remember him. That was the day that he died but 14 years earlier. I was sad, I was missing him and I wanted to sit at his grave and grieve.
While at the grave, I really felt compelled in my spirit to go get my Bible and read out of Ecclesiastes chapter 3. Here’s what you need to know though: we read Ecclesiastes 3 at my brother’s funeral and I haven’t read that chapter since. I haven’t wanted to. I know “There’s a time for everything… a time to be born and a time to die,” I know it… And I didn’t feel ready to read it again. But, I felt God so strongly telling me to go get my Bible and sit and read it. I decided to obey, even though I did so begrudgingly.
I started reading it. “There is a time for everything…” Here we go, back down a horrible memory road, “…and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die…” I thought, “Lord, why…why do I have to read this, why do I have to go back here?” I felt like he told me to keep reading. You see, at the funeral we read chapter 3, verses 1-8. That’s where the poetic part of the passage ends, but I felt compelled to keep reading and verse 11 is where it HIT ME. “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” THAT WAS IT!! THAT WAS THE SONG I SANG WHEN I WAS FOUR, “IN HIS TIME.”
Rather than re-living the funeral, I began to re-live walking onto that big stage at the age of 4, singing “In His time” with my Daddy and every word of that song came rushing back to me. I sang it right then and right there at my brothers grave and wept like a baby doing it. Here are the beautiful lyrics:
In His time, in His time
He makes all things beautiful
in His time
Lord, please show me everyday
As You’re teaching me Your ways
That You do just what You say
In Your time
I was so overwhelmed at that moment. The first song I ever sang is based out of the scripture that was read at my brother’s funeral. I was in awe of God, in awe that the Lord planted that seed in my life, in my heart, on my lips, in my voice as a child so that in this moment I can hold fast to the truth of His word. As the song got lost in the shuffle of my memory and that scripture got lost in the hurt of my story, it has been found – I have been found – found by the grace of God and believing that He has made EVERYTHING beautiful in His time.
The hard things that you are facing, the hurt you’ve gone through, you’re not alone. There is time for everything, and its time to see the beauty that God can make from it, the lessons there are to learn through it, the love there is to be discovered in it. He makes all things beautiful… in His time.