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!
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!
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