I am presently finding myself in a very good place, piecing the bits of my life that had come unraveled back together. Living in and being a part of a community that has just been so visibly shaken and is working now toward healing has led so many of us toward a fresh perspective on how blessed we really are. We are feeling how much we really have, and how so much of it doesn't actually matter at all. This inevitably points us humbly toward what does. People, friends and family matter. Love matters. Memories matter; and faith and gratitude and hope matter.
These things are found in the way that we mend. We surround ourselves with people we love, people who love us. And when we fall, even when we don't have the energy to ask for their help, these people take us by the hand and gently pull us back up onto our feet. We were designed for this. We allow our community, whoever that may be, to surround us; and we mend by embracing hope and gratitude with both arms. Or, if it's our turn, we are the ones doing the surrounding, encouraging, and supporting. It is a beautiful and cyclical, constant giving and taking in relationship that is at the core of what the intended function of the body of Christ is.
There's a Bebo Norman song that I had forgotten about until a couple of weeks ago, when it played at just the right time as I was driving home from the Biltmore Wall around 11 pm. This song, for me, is the kind of song that has those simple and honest lyrics that seem to be an overflow of what is in my own heart. The words that often by their very nature haven't yet been able to make their way intentionally into a prayer, when put to music become more than my prayer. They are the pleading and the answering at the same time. They point me both toward my need for a Healer, and His constant unswerving presence as such.
"Lately you’ve been all blue sky
And I’ve been rain
I don’t mean to bust up your party
With all of my pain
But sometimes my shadows surround me
And you take me in your arms and say
It’s the way we mend
We tear it all down and we’ll start it again
And I don’t know how but you find me where we begin
And that’s just the way, the way that we mend
It’s just that some voices remind me
I’m not strong enough
To put all my demons behind me
And carry this love
But just like an angel of mercy
You take me by my hand and say
It's the way we mend
They’re pouring out
From my mouth
So many words all spoken wrong
But you come alive
And somehow I find my way."
These things are found in the way that we mend. We surround ourselves with people we love, people who love us. And when we fall, even when we don't have the energy to ask for their help, these people take us by the hand and gently pull us back up onto our feet. We were designed for this. We allow our community, whoever that may be, to surround us; and we mend by embracing hope and gratitude with both arms. Or, if it's our turn, we are the ones doing the surrounding, encouraging, and supporting. It is a beautiful and cyclical, constant giving and taking in relationship that is at the core of what the intended function of the body of Christ is.
There's a Bebo Norman song that I had forgotten about until a couple of weeks ago, when it played at just the right time as I was driving home from the Biltmore Wall around 11 pm. This song, for me, is the kind of song that has those simple and honest lyrics that seem to be an overflow of what is in my own heart. The words that often by their very nature haven't yet been able to make their way intentionally into a prayer, when put to music become more than my prayer. They are the pleading and the answering at the same time. They point me both toward my need for a Healer, and His constant unswerving presence as such.
"Lately you’ve been all blue sky
And I’ve been rain
I don’t mean to bust up your party
With all of my pain
But sometimes my shadows surround me
And you take me in your arms and say
It’s the way we mend
We tear it all down and we’ll start it again
And I don’t know how but you find me where we begin
And that’s just the way, the way that we mend
It’s just that some voices remind me
I’m not strong enough
To put all my demons behind me
And carry this love
But just like an angel of mercy
You take me by my hand and say
It's the way we mend
They’re pouring out
From my mouth
So many words all spoken wrong
But you come alive
And somehow I find my way."
1 comment:
Tear. I love this song. What a perfect one for this week...
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