The Carrie Underwood version...man.
My wife's maternal grandmother was a devout Southern Baptist, every time the door is open she was in church, lady. This was her favorite hymn.
In the winter of 94, I moved my family of four to the Colorado Apartments on Lake Austin Blvd from Waco, Texas. This was so I could get an undergrad degree at Texas. My wife was the main bread winner making around 20K a year at the time.
Her grandmother, Nanny H., was pretty much our benefactor. She sent my daughters money and when things were underwater, she covered us. When we moved from the Colorado to Brackenridge Apts (from a 2 to 3 bedroom) she bought us a washer and dryer and continued to cover us when necessary.
A few years later, I graduated and within two weeks of me landing a permanent job, she passed away. Every time we look back on that experience, we always say 'Thank God for Nanny H.'
My daughters honored her by playing this hymn at their weddings. I still tear up every time I hear this song or anytime I play it and say 'Thank God for Nanny H.'
As you were...