I Cried

I Cried

Side note: If you haven't read my post "Break My Son" then you should do that beforehand as this post won't make as much sense otherwise. For those of you that have read that last post please enjoy, and if you still wish to read this post and you haven't read the last one, you enjoy it too.

If you listen to Danny Oertli he really has some neat stories to tell. Probably my favorite is his story in "Mommy Paints the Sky." It's all around beautiful in every sense you can think of. I believe it was our last night at Denver and we were surprisingly closer to the stage that night so we could actually see the speaker and not have too look at the bright fuzzy screen to see our worship leader actually singing.

Anyways he was starting to play this song just on his acoustic while he told us the story so that you could hear the sad song in the background. It was just like you saw in a movie or something when a dramatic scene happens and the background music plays and it only emphasizes the moment.

Danny has a softer voice and it's pretty high for a guy so he sounds like this cool guy who just goes on carefree in life but he's got quite a past to him. He told us that his wife had cancer for a while and that it was a heredity thing and so they were trying all they could to stop it. By this time I think that they had one adopted child and one little girl born of her. God had helped them by getting rid of the cancer without any chemotherapy. Isn't God great?

A few years later he and his wife were on this big trip to Chicago and I think he was the worship leader there too, and they had a babysitter at home watching in the children. On their flight home they stopped somewhere and decided to call the babysitter and see how the kids were and everything was great. I remember him telling us that his wife looked more beautiful that night than ever before.

When they finally got to Denver his wife wasn't feeling so well, and he quickly rushed her to he hospital only fearing what was to come. His wife's cancer had come back. Sadly enough it had taken her life that night. And now her little girl was going to go without a mother.

The story gets better as years later he gets remarried to a wonderful wife and they have a boy together who is just a little kid. So at this point he has three children all with different mothers in his house. I think that is a little awkward. SO, one night he was driving his minivan home with his girl and his baby boy because his wife had the other boy. It was somewhere in the middle of autumn because you could see the tree's changing colors of gold, deep brown, and fiery red. He also said that it was later at night because the sky was starting to change colors too. In his song he described the golden stripes on the purple and red sky that morphed into one radiant sun in the center. He said they stopped on a hill on the way home and watched the sky as it changed colors throughout that evening just him, his girl, and his baby boy sitting in the grass watching a sun set on the hill.

As he was sitting there his girl asked him, "Daddy?" He looked over at her as she gazed at the sky and he could see the violet clouds in her big eyes, and he said "Yeah?" She answered, "Do you think God let Mommy paint the sky tonight?"