It's A Beautiful Day!
November 25, 2003
Email: David
Benrexi
I'd like to
share a song the Lord gave me right after Thanksgiving five years ago.
It came right after an eye exam. Back in 1993 my annual exam revealed a
small aneurism in my right eye. I had been getting my eyes checked
every year since being diagnosed with diabetes back in 1989. This was
the first time that any damage had been found, and naturally Jo and I
were concerned. The following year, not only did I have the aneurism,
but now the doctor also found diabetic retinopathy, which means
bleeding, and also macular degeneration, which is the leading cause of
blindness for people with diabetes. I was assured by the doctor that
none of these problems were serious, and that they could be corrected
with surgery in most cases. His advice was to have it checked annually,
but call if I was having vision problems. For the next few years there
was not much change. In 1997, because of changing jobs and relocating,
I didn't have an eye exam. When we went to a doctor in New Kensington
in 1998, he had not seen me before and we didn't tell him my history.
Both Jo and I were somewhat apprehensive and our prayer was that the
condition would not require surgery. My vision had become somewhat
worse, but I had bought cheap reading glasses that seemed to help.
When you get an eye exam for people with diabetes, they start out by
putting a solution in your eyes that causes them to dilate. It always
makes me slightly nauseous. Then they make you put your chin on a bar
and take a picture. The flashbulb seems to explode your brain and you
can hardly see anything for the next hour or two. They give you the
cheapest pair of sunglasses ever so you can drive home. The first time
I tried it I drove about five miles an hour. After that, I always
brought Jo with me to drive me home. In early December of 1998, the
doctor took a picture of my eyes and Jo and I sat in the examination
room for about twenty minutes wondering about the outcome. It was a
wonderful time in our life with many blessings. We refused to worry
about my eyes, but it seemed an awfully long wait.
Finally the doctor came in and showed us a picture that looked like two
basketballs. It was a picture of two eyeballs, and he was pointing to
different parts and saying what they were. Since there was no aneurism,
retinopathy, or macular degeneration, both Jo and I assumed that this
was a picture of what eyes were supposed to look like. We both thought
the doctor would at any moment produce the picture of my eyes and tell
me whether things had gotten any worse, and if surgery might be
necessary. After describing all the different parts of the eye, the
doctor said, "So you can see that everything looks just fine. We can
prescribe some better reading glasses for your farsightedness, and
other than that, you're good for another year."
Well, I'm known as a fairly demonstrative, emotional type of guy, and
we could have started jumping up and down shouting "Hallelujah!!" But,
Jo and I were both so stunned by this news that neither of us could
speak. As we left the office and began the ride home, I confessed to Jo
that I hadn't even asked God to heal my eyes. I just hoped they
wouldn't be any worse. She then told me how after she had returned from
a "healing conference" the previous month, satan had begun to tell her
that I would become blind, but that it was a good thing, because more
people would know about my music. Refusing to accept satan's curse, Jo
had begun laying her hands over my eyes whenever she was awake and I
was asleep. She never told me about it until the ride home.
As usual, the photo session had left me barely able to see, but a few
hours later, when my vision returned, I was overwhelmed with thanks to
the Lord for healing my eyes. I was amazed at how beautiful the
different parts of my life looked. I wrote a song, which only recently,
I've recorded and begun to share.
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY
It's a beautiful day/ It's a beautiful life/ In a beautiful world/ With
my beautiful wife/ With a beautiful daughter/ And a beautiful son/ In a
beautiful house/ With a beautiful lawn
There's never been a better day/ To open up your heart/ And experience
the beauty/ Of a beautiful GOD
Got a beautiful letter/ From a beautiful friend/ Heard a beautiful
song/ Sung by beautiful men/ Drove my beautiful car/ To a beautiful
store/ Bought a beautiful gift/ For the one I adore
There's never been a better day/ To open up your heart/ And experience
the beauty/ Of a beautiful GOD
You can listen to this song at www.mydaddylovesme.org/cd_wag.html
It's the first of ten songs we recorded in Princeton, Illinois, last
month. The new CD is called 'Weekend at Grandma's'. The songs are being
mastered currently, but we have the original PRE-MIX soundtrack from
Jack Helser's recording studio. We plan to give these CDs away to men
and women in prison. Listen to the songs and give us your feedback.
Pray for us to be able to share this music, and for God to bless people
with it.
We moved last month. Our mailing address is still PO Box 58,
Springdale, PA 15144. Our home phone number is 412-727-2526. We love to
hear from people. We return all phone calls.
Remember, God loves you/ And He will sustain you/ He leads you to
victory/ He will not forsake you/ So stay in His word/ Stay in His
love/ Walk in the light and stay/ Under the blood/ Under the blood/
Stay under the blood!!!
--David Benrexi
11/25/03
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