May those we’ve lost be not forgot.
May those who served be blessed.
For service us was serving God
And they took eternal rest.
For when we give our lives for friends
We show what Jesus did for us
So may the families left behind
Find comfort, hope and rest.❤
Those who know me understand that I mark significant, meaningful events with a haircut. And I took about 4 inches off this time. It commemorates that which I need to remember and I write this blog to remember that. I and my Lord know what that event is and we will keep it to ourselves but it needed documentation. May God be praised in all the earth!❤❤❤
Growing up on a farm in a small town in Michigan, I may have worked hard but I loved every minute of it for I breathed fresh air. I loved the air. Oh how I loved the freedom of running through the fields with the dog, just breathing it in. Freedom. Air. Belting out songs of praise to God for it all. Very little is better than that combination. And on rainy days, we had an amazing upright grand piano I could play to my heart’s content. Oh how I miss playing a piano! And this city life is for the birds. If it were my fecision, we would move to a small cottage on a farm or with a lot of land away from all these people and restore my upright piano so I can play again. That would be amazing. Driving down a country road you pretty much have to yourself is just shy of perfection. Air. Freedom. Piano. Country. Praising God. This to me is what heaven looks like. This is what brings me most to life. God is so good to have given me such a glorious taste of it! He knows what He is doing all the time.❤❤❤
“There was once in our lifetime,
A time of joy, a precious dance sublime.
Now that time is in our past
And I long for precious memories of that.
Take me there to that time
When I was yours, your heart was mine.
Take me back to that day when I was yours that way.
See if we can bring back moments of splendor.
See if we can bring back hearts full beyond measure.
There was once a holiday
Where the best thing we could do was meet our gaze.
Now that time is in the past.
And I long for sweetest memories of that.
See if we can bring back moments of pleasure
See if we can bring back hearts full beyond measure.
Take me there to that time
When I was yours, your heart was mine
Take me back to that day when I was yours that way.
I was yours that way.”❤
I am singing this song tomorrow in church. I wrote it pining a lost love and revisited it after reading Revelation 2 (Rev. 2:1. “To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands. 2. I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked people, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. 3. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. 4. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first. 5. Consider how far you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place.”) where Jesus tells us He longs to be our (the church’s/saved ones) first love again. And this song gained immense power to me for it is the song of Jesus’ heart toward we whom He loves so very much and longs to draw us back to Himself. That relationship is far deeper, more meaningful and eternal. It is always our choice. He is always willing and eager to love us. His arms are open, come on in.❤
Been very contemplative lately. Perhaps it is all the spring cleaning and fun (pool, park, friends over, library, etc.) Or maybe it is helping my mom with a lot of things she needs help with all of a sudden. Or maybe it was some recent bad news but for whatever reason, I have been more contentedly contemplative about my history.
There used to be people I could not shake, one in particular, no matter what I did. And fighting it seemed to make it worse. This history I had with this individual changed my life. However the symbiosis ended expediently and painfully so goodbye was aggressively toilsome and closure was an evasive flower always around the bend but never arriving.
History of this sort was my nemesis. I wanted to be angry but I am not. I wanted to scream but could not from the numbness. For years this followed me, tortured me, distracted me.
I kept praying. I began fasting weekly in September of last year and continue to this day. Always praying and talking to God about eliminating this history’s hold on me.
I realized today driving home that history is indeed history, or as much as it ever should be or can be. It is still a part of you but not a distraction from the present, not an impedence.
And that, my friend, is freedom. I am free now. It is God who gives freedom, I am convinced within myself. God is the patient giver of loving grace to free us from ourselves and make us so much better resultantly. I have this peace and joy from God I have not had for so very long and deeper than I have ever had. There is a tightness with God that I think cannot be had in any way other than His getting you through some serious hardship(s). God is so very good!❤❤❤
Our old band. Those were the days. I love our new band but just wanted to reminisce about the old band. Ahhh. Miss it. The new is great but every band family has its own flavor. Homage to Smooth Sentiment Band.❤😚🎤🎹🀄🎸
And here is the new:https://youtu.be/gB8izHt17X8
Even if the past was fantastic beyond measure and the best time of your life and more meaningful than anything else ever, still, even then, leave the past in the pasture behind you or you’ll step in something unpleasant. You went through that time, for better or worse and it meant something significant for better or worse but it was foe a season. How do you know? You would still be there if it was meant for now. Simple. Oh, one thing I wish I could scream to the world is that life is really very simple and meant to be so. The simple things matter, what remains matters, the present matters. It is simple. If you left someone awful or magnificent in the past for any reason or if they left you, that was the answer. People never throw away or leave that which they truly love. There is your answer. Accept and embrace the pain of it and leave it there and walk on. There is more to life than memories and histories. That is part of us but we need to focus on the now. God has us where we are for a reason. It is beautiful and meaningful now. The past may have held more meaning or more happiness but just because that of now is different makes it no less important and meaningful, just different. Stay here. Own it. Be present fully. If every day were a party, there would be no party.❤
