The LORD is my shepherd....-Psalm 23:1a
Half empty or half full?
It's a daily temptation, is it not?
Yes, you say, but think of the blessings; salvation in the here and now, the promise of an eternal dwelling place....
True.
But you know where I most often find comfort and deliverance from temptation?
It is in the countless small things.
Springtime's warm sun and light breeze.
Laughter and relaxation in the company of beloved Christian friends.
Work, believe it or not. Satisfaction in a job well done. The opportunity to witness (oh so subtly, at times). Interacting with image-bearers of God, however flawed we may be.
I have heard it said that God is in the details. I believe it.
To see His hand moving in my life and the lives of others, how could I complain of lack?
Goodness and mercy, the psalmist calls it.
Amen and thank you, Lord.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Friday, April 8, 2016
Remember
And we both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and rust. -Joan Baez
I heard a man speak of a woman he had known and loved in his long-ago youth. It was a strange thing, he said, that he could not see her face in his mind's eye.
There was poignancy in this matter-of-fact statement and the bare traces of pain in his stoic expression. Had he wept aloud, I would not have been as moved by the moment.
No loss without love.
Memories. Do they bring both hurting and healing? The corrosive fraying of regret and loss upon the strings of the heart? But the sparkle, the glow, ---- of beauty revisited?
Have you noticed that our memories are crystallized in the music that we love? A turn of phrase within the lyrics, the upward lift of the melody. These freeze the moment in time and store it in our hearts.
Sandy and I have labored hard, this past year, to express memories and emotions in a musical context. It has been a healing process, a re-bonding of sorts.
We look forward to sharing the music. Our fondest hope is that it might help someone process their own memories. We believe (perhaps you do, also) that the sharing of an experience enhances it somehow; intensifies it, renders it less painful, makes it more precious.
It's like taking a picture and setting it to music.
You must remember this....
I heard a man speak of a woman he had known and loved in his long-ago youth. It was a strange thing, he said, that he could not see her face in his mind's eye.
There was poignancy in this matter-of-fact statement and the bare traces of pain in his stoic expression. Had he wept aloud, I would not have been as moved by the moment.
No loss without love.
Memories. Do they bring both hurting and healing? The corrosive fraying of regret and loss upon the strings of the heart? But the sparkle, the glow, ---- of beauty revisited?
Have you noticed that our memories are crystallized in the music that we love? A turn of phrase within the lyrics, the upward lift of the melody. These freeze the moment in time and store it in our hearts.
Sandy and I have labored hard, this past year, to express memories and emotions in a musical context. It has been a healing process, a re-bonding of sorts.
We look forward to sharing the music. Our fondest hope is that it might help someone process their own memories. We believe (perhaps you do, also) that the sharing of an experience enhances it somehow; intensifies it, renders it less painful, makes it more precious.
It's like taking a picture and setting it to music.
You must remember this....
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