I always seem to get down at Christmas time. I have told a few of my friends that around my birthday and Christmas I will, like clockwork, get sad. As I expected, I have. Sooo, I decided this time to write my thoughts in my new "old" blog. I haven't told anyone (well maybe 3 people) that I even have a blog, so hopefully I won't have any readers. That has been one thing that has taken me so long to get into this... trying to figure out how to be real and yet not too personal. Oh well, so much for worrying about that!! :)
Lately, one of my favorite singers is Laura Story. Her music is so real and the lyrics are so meaningful. Her "story" is that within her first 6 months of marriage her husband had a brain tumor. Since that time, he has had surgery (s) and he currently is by her side every step she takes. His vision is impaired and personality is altered. She has an amazing outlook. I saw her in Birmingham this past Sunday at Oak Mountain and she was just precious. She said something that really stuck with me. It's a raw moment when "you realize that the path your life has taken isn't really a path. It is the road." And I have thought about that over and over.
I think I am really sad that I am in this amazing place in my life. I have an amazing husband who I truly love dearly. I have an adorable and blast of a 6 year old little girl. We all long to add to our family - NOW. Not later. My prayer is that I will again (as I have on the past) see why the Lords timing is sooo much greater than mine. That I will see why the path I am on is really HIS road.
Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs off of her "Great God Who Saves" CD.
Make Something Beautiful
Verse 1:
When Im at the point of breaking at the place where I resign,
And Im at the stage of shaking my head as I look back on my life,
When Im halfway through the grieving, but not quite through the ache,
When I cannot see the ending, Or which road Im supposed to take,
All i know to do is lift my hands to you..
Chorus:
Take all of my life, all of my life,
All I know to do is lift my hands to You.
And make something beautiful.
I open my hand, trusting Your plan.
Make something beautiful so all will see
Your work in me, as You make something beautiful
Verse 2:
When Im tired of pretending, and I cant recall my lines,
Do I say, Im barely breathing., or just say, Im doing fine.
I admit there is a yearning, for the hurting to subside,
But not at the risk of missing what Your doing with my life
All i know to do is lift my hands to you
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