School's out. It's bittersweet. I'm moving out of my classroom for, perhaps, the last time. It's been a great 10 years full of many ups and downs. Makes me think of part of a song my husband wrote a few years back...
"Another chapter ended. Another page in this pilgrimage is turned...there's so much I've learned. So, I'll start a new beginning and set a course for the open road ahead...I wonder what lies ahead.
And I'll thank my God, when I think of you; for giving me this moment in time. For giving to me another treasured memory, to hold inside this tender heart of mine. I'll thank my God, when I think of you."
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Ponderings...
Today, I climbed on the riding lawn mower for (probably) one of the last times to mow my large yard. It is actually something I really enjoy. I love being outside and this is usually a time when I put my headphones on and worship for an hour and a half. Today, I decided to just be still (while moving on the mower) in my mind before God. As the gentle roar of the mower gave me a steady sound and rhythm these were my thoughts...
I tried to sing a song in church yesterday, I say tried because I actually got choked up and couldn't do it without my precious husband (accompanying me with his guitar) rescuing me by singing with me. The song was "Heaven" be Carl Cartee.
Today, I was thinking on the line that says, "When I finally arrive...there will be dance, there will be song, a great celebration to welcome me home. A magnifiscent feast to honor the lamb, the bride and the groom are together again. How long do I have to wait for heaven?"
My mind held on "there will be dance" and I thought of a bride and groom dancing. In my personal walk with God, I've compared it to a dance at times. The Father is the perfect gentleman. He asks for the dance and when we say yes and allow him to do what He does best, the dance is a beautifully elegant story for all to watch. At times in my dance, I've thought, "I know these steps, and as I turn my head while we spin, I can "see" where He's leading me. There's the problem. I then try to move Him where I "see" Him leading and the dance becomes choppy as I pull against His leading. I forget that sometimes, while we spin and sway and it feels like we're moving forward, because He is leading, he can choose to turn me at any time. If I'm not following the lead He sets for me...that's when I end up in a heap on the floor at His feet. The sweetness of the story is that because He is the gentleman He is, he extends His hand if I take it, He lifts me up and holds onto me again as we begin again.
I'm grateful that he is continually asking, "May I have this dance?"
I tried to sing a song in church yesterday, I say tried because I actually got choked up and couldn't do it without my precious husband (accompanying me with his guitar) rescuing me by singing with me. The song was "Heaven" be Carl Cartee.
Today, I was thinking on the line that says, "When I finally arrive...there will be dance, there will be song, a great celebration to welcome me home. A magnifiscent feast to honor the lamb, the bride and the groom are together again. How long do I have to wait for heaven?"
My mind held on "there will be dance" and I thought of a bride and groom dancing. In my personal walk with God, I've compared it to a dance at times. The Father is the perfect gentleman. He asks for the dance and when we say yes and allow him to do what He does best, the dance is a beautifully elegant story for all to watch. At times in my dance, I've thought, "I know these steps, and as I turn my head while we spin, I can "see" where He's leading me. There's the problem. I then try to move Him where I "see" Him leading and the dance becomes choppy as I pull against His leading. I forget that sometimes, while we spin and sway and it feels like we're moving forward, because He is leading, he can choose to turn me at any time. If I'm not following the lead He sets for me...that's when I end up in a heap on the floor at His feet. The sweetness of the story is that because He is the gentleman He is, he extends His hand if I take it, He lifts me up and holds onto me again as we begin again.
I'm grateful that he is continually asking, "May I have this dance?"
Friday, May 09, 2008
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