I like to write songs… I’ve always loved music and singing… as soon as I could talk I was singing… preferably in public. Grocery stores, busses… life was a stage
And I love it when I find songs that are exactly where I’m at and I happily sing away… but there’s just something about writing my own… putting the cries of my heart to music. Those little things that are just me… and expressing them just the way I want to.
And I’ve been thinking lately… He is so kind.
I’ve always loved writing songs… I found praise songs I wrote when I was just a little tacker… maaaaybe 6 years old… they had little dots above words which you’re supposed to accent with a clap :D. Then during my ‘dark days’ (as my mother calls them) I wrote lots of dark and twisty songs, trying to put expression to everything dark and twisty on the inside… and yet I also wrote songs about God (three, to be exact). And not angry “why is this happening??” songs… but songs of hope. Songs about His love. I am SO sad that the songs about God got thrown out… I kept the dark and twisty ones for a while. But I recently threw them out too. But I wish I kept the ones about God. I think I can remember one of them…
Why have You blessed me with so much?
When every day I refuse Your touch
Still You love me… I know it’s true
So there’s one thing that I want to do
Sing for Jesus in heaven above
Sing for Jesus and His heavenly love
Sing with angels, they never stop
One day in heaven I’ll sing with all I’ve got
<Ummm can’t remember the next two lines…>
Perfect holiness I certainly lack
But I’ll follow You and never look back
Wow… I remember that
makes me smile. So very simple (and I was very good at rhyming too :D). But I know now that it moved His heart. He heard my little song… He saw the weak movements of my heart towards Him… and it mattered to Him. So many dark songs… yet a few lovely ones. My heart was so dark… yet so lovely to Him (Song of Songs 1:5). And He delivered me… for He delighted in me (Psalms 18:19).
He is so kind… truly He delights in showing me mercy (Micah 7:18)….
After I took His gift and wrote dark and twisty things… after I threw out those songs I wrote about Him… after I promised myself I would never even sing again… after all that, here I am spending so long every day at the piano, singing my heart out to Him… and keeping these ones :). He is so kind. He’s teaching me how to write, how to play… how to let my heart overflow into song (Psalm 45:1)… He is so kind.
I love Him so much :)… and yet nowhere near as much as He loves me… but He’s teaching me. He is fanning the flames He stirred up.
I love Him because He first loved me (1 John 4:19)
This is love: not that we loved God but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins (1 John 4:10)