**Before I begin I have to say, I’m working on a new “name, ” “title”, or whatever it’s called in the blogosphere, for my blog. Mostly because this super cool title has been used. Like a million times. Apparently about 100 other people thought this was a cute, catchy idea for a name too…& way before we did. Who knew, right? & Far be it from me to step on anyone’s toes or infringe on their copyright which truthfully sounds way too scary for me. So, as soon as i figure out better name or how to actually go about editing the one I have (whichever may come first) I’ll let y’all–ahem, all 3 of my readers–know. Now, onto the good stuff…
If my life story were a song, it could surely fall into one of 3 musical genres:
1) A sad country song about my momma, my daddy, my first grade teacher, the family dog, & all of life’s disappointments
2) A loud, angry, screaming, ranting, kiss-off heavy metal masterpiece that would point out all the ways other people have failed me & let me down & send a clear message about how that made me feel
3) An insanely awesome, heart-bursting, make ya wanna jump up, dance, clap, shout & scream Praise & Worship song that would acknowledge My Redeemer’s love, mercy, grace, & faithfulness in my life & how that trumps all the CRAP this world has & will throw at me.
I choose #3. Every day. Every time. Life isn’t perfect. It isn’t fair. People suffer. I suffer. But when I look back at my life–at all He has done & all He’s doing now–all I can say is “Wow!” The bad stuff is so much more bearable when you don’t have to bear it alone. I’m glad I realized that long ago & even more glad I chose to give it to Him rather than expecting any human being to fix it or make it better or less painful. He doesn’t always work it out the way I hope or expect. & Sometimes He doesn’t work it out at all. Sometimes i just have to stand there while life beats me up & leaves me bruised. But He sure does have a way of comforting me in the midst of all that nonsense. And, oddly enough, that comfort remains when it’s all said & done. The bruises may still ache. My heart may still ache. But because i know He’s there, it aches a little less. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again He’s proven that He’s faithful. Faithful in the ways I least expect. Faithful in giving me the things I didn’t even know my heart desired. That, my friends, is love. The Word says that, “Love covers a multitude of sins.” I also believe that Love trumps a dozen heartaches, disappointments, sufferings, & failures. I hope you all know that kind of love.
So, what kind of song does your life sing?