Skip to main content

Music and Lyrics

I'll admit it: I'm a sap! I cry at the drop of a hat these days. Maybe it's having the ridiculous fluctuation of hormones going through my body over the past five years and three pregnancies, or maybe I've always been this way. Though I honestly can't remember crying whenever I heard a touching song on the radio. In fact, I do remember rolling my eyes when this would happen to my mom or my sister. They were the sentimental ones, not me. (Butterfly kisses got them every time!)
Or maybe it's the love I have been taught over the past five years. Having children certainly deepens the definition of the word love within a mothers heart. That being said, I would like to think that I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the lost of the world, but only recently it seems that every time I hear a song about the love of Jesus for the lost (the people that I interact with every day) I get an ache in my heart. I realize how much I'm not doing and it hurts. If I truly realized what I have, the gift of salvation, how could I keep silent?
Last year when the teens at our church went to San Francisco for the mission trip, I was blessed to be able to tag along as the female chaperon. For the first time in a long time I was taken out of my routine enough to truly see people the way Jesus would see them. As Souls. Not as a beggar, a victim of HIV, a Nob Hill resident or pier 39 tourist, but as hearts and souls who may not know the saving grace of my Lord. That was a year ago.
I'm amazed at how the time passes by and yet I don't live for the moment. I don't live with Heaven in view. I am so caught up in the tunnel vision of "motherhood", that I often forget to look outside. That is until I hear music that stirs my soul, wets my eyes and makes me ponder. I am not a musically gifted person, I can't write music or lyrics, or even play an instrument, but somewhere deep down inside every one of us I believe there is a chord that is struck when something beautiful is pieced together. When music, lyrics and harmonies unite to speak what our words cannot.
So be blessed today. Listen, ponder, wonder and awe over the love of our Lord and His truly perfect gift. Maybe these words will bless you the way they bless me!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Mommy Musings

Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am. My kids are so sweet! A few years ago when Grace started talking and she would say a word wrong, or mispronounce it in her little baby way I thought she couldn't get much cuter. However I'm finding that as she grows and can articulate what she's thinking and feeling, but doesn't have quite the vocabulary she's even funnier than before. For example, a few months ago I was very upset with something she had done. I put her in a time out on the guest bed and told her I was too angry to deal with her at the moment. She was in tears and looked at me with a very angry face and said "I'm nervous!". I left the room very confused by what she had just done. It wasn't until she used it a number of times in place of the word "angry" that I realized what she meant. Tonight as I was getting dinner and the house ready for company she made a BIG mess in her room, mixing both clean and dirty laundry. Again, v...
Samuel is finally here. He was born on September 5 at 3:18am. Amy labored for 3 hours and had one good push, and there he was. Both Amy and Sam are doing great! Grace is very happy to be a big sister and Noraa has kind of noticed he's here. We've had lots of visitors and everyone is so excited that he's a boy. It seems like a lot of friends had been hoping that he would be a boy. I would have been glad either way, but I am definitely looking forward to the Father/Son experience. The other thing that people comment on the most is his name. He has 4 names including 35 letters! Samuel is one of our favorite Bible characters. He responded when the Lord called his name, and he also anointed King David. Harrison is a family name. My cousin Brooke had a son named Harrison who was born with Spina Bifida , and spent his life in a wheelchair. He was a major blessing and inspiration to our family and everyone who knew him. He was extremely smart and I can't really say enough he...

Rena Moll; A Life Well Lived

October 4th, 2017 is a day that will be locked in my mind forever. The news   that my friend was gone didn't seem real. It seemed like a very bad dream and I wanted to wake up to find that it wasn't true. Even now, three months later, as life transitions into its new "normal" I find myself wondering how such a thing can happen. You can read about Rena's life here:  Obituary .  Rena had a deep and lasting impact on our community. I met Rena through school. Our kids went to Golden Eagle together. The very first time I met her I KNEW she was a dancer! It's something you can sense and see in her gracefulness and poise. My girls took classes with her for a semester when we first moved to Weed. Over the four years of knowing her I saw her love for Jesus shine through her love of dance. She never once shied away from sharing the gospel in her performances. As Grace began attending youth group, Rena and Danny were there making her feel welcome and included. At the f...