I awoke this a.m. and found it hard to get going. The sun helped. My warm bath soothed. Sometimes it’s hard to know how to begin a new day with the right attitude.
I flipped through some old songs and found a worship chorus I wrote back in two thousand and four. It made me think of my Grandmother who told me, “the best time to be thankful is when you don’t feel like it.”
“And how do you do that” I asked her.
“Choose an attitude of praise” she replied.
So I took the song “I Will Hold to Your Promise”, and went down memory lane, out loud, at the piano.
I confess with my mouth
I believe with my heart now
I accept your gift of love
take my sin to the west
throw it over your shoulder
cover me and lift me up
I will hold to the promise
I will see you one day
I will hold to the promise you have made,
I will hold to the promise
I will see you one day
I will hold to the promise you have made
“as far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us” (Psalm 103:12).
“Promise” is a beautiful word. God has promised to forgive of us of our sins, to be in relationship with us, and to return for us one day.
Suggested reading 2nd Peter, chapter 3 – The Day of the Lord.
Once songs were chosen and emailed off to the different worship team members, I sat at the breakfast table and wondered “what next God?” Every day is an open window, a portal to new lessons waiting to be learned.
By the end of the day I wasn’t sure what it was I was supposed to learn. “I may have been better off staying inside with a closed door.” I muttered under my breath.
But there in the middle of an absent answer – was the answer itself. Every phone call, every errand ran, every conversation had been riddled with obvious pain. Maybe it wasn’t obvious to everyone, but I could feel it. I could hear it in their voices. I could see it in their body language, like a crippling disease. As I witnessed and embraced my beloved (those who Christ has blessed my life with) I too felt my bones weaken, and my spirit faint, and knelt to hand my anguish over to God. Prayer was the lesson. Prayer was the answer that always leads to action.
For the addict whose name was the same as a biblical warrior – I prayed for the Holy Spirit to intervene, so that he too could march around his walls of Jericho, and conquer his demons once and for all.
For the mother, I thought of Jochebed, Moses’ mother and how she too had to let go of her son unwillingly, and watch a stranger raise him. I asked the Holy Spirit to comfort her, and remembered Romans 8:26 “In the same way the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”
And for a friend who is always struggling to make ends meet I thought of the Israelites wandering in the desert, afraid for how they were going to find food and water. God had given them manna with instructions on how to collect it and use it to keep their bodies fueled, but in their disconnect they squandered it and the food spoiled. Their wandering cycle lasted for 40 years and many died on the way to the Promised Land. I prayed for my friend, for the power of the Holy Spirit to help her look up and take hold of God’s provision, and so break the generational cycle, which threatened to end her life and the lives of her children, and their children.
And for me, I cried out to God that I would get up off my knees and act out His compassion, as Christ and the early church exemplified (Acts 2:43-47).
As I wondered just how much we should give, and where the balance should be the words “poured out” tumbled out of my mouth.
Isaiah 53:12b “…..because he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.”
Let us be quick to pour out what He has given us, and be slow to consider ourselves.
The song came before the picture, but one of my favourite lines….”if there’s any truth to ‘right as rain’, you’re my waterfall, fill me again.
Standing in a waterfall means all you can see and feel, and hear is the water. Many times life’s circumstances swirl around us and drain us dry. How can we keep a healthy perspective? I suggest you stand in the waterfall…..and for me that waterfall is God. David talks about great grief being swept over him in the waterfall, in the deep, in the waves (Psalm 42:7). But I see God’s waterfall as place of strength, standing on the rock, surrounded by His presence. The water not sweeping me away, but filling me with His truth.
I’ve been here before, not so long ago
Almost missed the signs, now I know, I know
The sky can be blue, the wind can blow wide
But without you here, I’m desert dry
Gotta hear your voice before birds sing
Gotta say your name, as you grow these wings
If there’s any truth to ‘right as rain’
You’re my waterfall, fill me again
I will live by faith and not by sight
Where you roar is great, and the world’s dark night
is a shadow small, and a moment’s pain
You’re my waterfall, fill me again.
Worry’s at my door, thinking he’s at home
Sometimes he gets in, but it’s not for long
He stirs up the storm to empty and drain
But in the waterfall – I will remain
lyrics and music by Cindy Palin @Feb. 9, 2017 All Rights Reserved
I never thought I’d go, and now I’m memorizing every face and every street in case I don’t get back, so I will not forget.
The bus climbed the green filigree mountain, up and over the winding road into Victoria’s town square. I marveled at how the driver magically maneuvered around each narrow street corner. We were living in a movie. We had entered an enchanted fairytale, surrounded by Spanish adobes, and ornamented arches with scrolled barred window frames. I felt like Lucy stepping through the wardrobe’s portal into the land of Narnia.
In Victoria, El Salvador
we found something better than a fantasy novel full of talking animals in a frozen forest. We met family in a tropical jungle of bamboo and bananas, oranges and lemons, flowers and chickens. We played with children and attempted to learn the women’s tortilla technique. We shared stories wrapped in two different languages, sweating under November’s heavy hot sun.
We built houses together, pointing, laughing, digging and pounding. We walked to tasty rice and bean breakfasts, and scrumptious Pupusa dinners in the yellow restaurant where San Salvador’s volcano can be seen smiling through the mist from the end of the street.
We prayed, and worshipped together bringing glory to the Father, and fire to our faith. We fell in love with kindred spirits and trusted when we had to tear ourselves away that one day we would meet again, whether here on earth or in eternity.
Gracias, Gracias, Gracias, to everyone of you. Many of your names are written in the Lamb’s book of life, and also on our hearts.
This morning I spent some time listening to the latest Christian music online, and found myself wondering……
what it must be like for God, and all the music he hears. Now that is some kind of mind blowing, online experience.
One of the worship songs I came across was presented in video format. Four people sitting all in a row in a studio singing to Jesus. The words, and voices were awesome, and powerful, and moving, but I found myself wondering…..
of all the other places Jesus sees, and hears his people worshipping,
like prison, a refugee camp, a city street, an obscure mountain, a rice field, a fishing boat, a tractor, a sweat shop, Wall Street, a conference room, a hospital bed, a graveside.
I am thankful for the Christian music I can find online, and how it feeds my soul, and brings God glory, but I want to be careful to remember that our online connections do not represent all there is!
[clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]Their are worship songs flowing out of humble hearts everywhere[/clickandtweet], soaring beyond the stars to His heart because of His lifeline.
“This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him” (1 John 4:9 NIV).