I know you believe.. I know you are out there, in the world, doing what you think is best.. for you.. today..
I know you give the heavens more than just a second glance..
I know its scary..
I believe in you.
I love you.
I miss you, so much.
I’m here.. Always..
Love, Heidi
lyrics:
Oh,what I would do to have
the kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown
Where Jesus is,
And he’s holding out his hand
But the waves are calling out my name
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
time and time again
“Boy, you’ll never win,
you’ll never win.”
But the Voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says “do not be afraid!”
and the Voice of truth says “this is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth
Oh, what I would do
to have the kind of strength it takes
To stand before a giant
with just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound
of a thousand warriors
shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand
But the giant’s calling out
my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
time and time again
“Boy you’ll never win,
you’ll never win.”
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says “do not be afraid!”
and the Voice of truth says “this is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth
But the stone was just the right size
to put the giant on the ground
and the waves they don’t seem so high
from on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
singing over me
But the Voice of truth tells me a different story
The Voice of truth says “do not be afraid!”
And the Voice of truth says “this is for my glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)
I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth
I will listen and believe
I will listen and believe the Voice of truth
I will listen and believe
‘Cause Jesus you are the Voice of truth
And I will listen to you.. oh you are the Voice of truth
Marianne Williamson has done it again. She has grabbed my mind and taken it on an African Safari.
This book is delightful to touch. The pages are deckled and there is just this pleasing feeling, as I handle this book.
The story opens up comparing life to Harry Potter. Its interesting, to me, how Marianne, can use examples that seem to speak, just to me. (TheHarry Potter Reading Challenge starts Saturday.)
If asked, today, if I was religious, I’d have to answer, “yes.” But, I’ve often thought about the whole man-made religion verses God-given Spirituality. As much as I had never given being “a mystic” any thought.. it seemed to roll off my tongue and into my heart, rather easily.
I looked up the word “mystic,” today, because its one of those words that speaks many definitions.
On Thesaurus.com, the words I seem to relate to, the most, surrounding the word, “mystic,” include:
secret
cryptic
hidden
magic
mysterious
spiritual
I’m not feeling the definitions “unnatural” and “imaginary.”
When I think of things “religous” or “spiritual,” I think of secret prayer, secret service, faith with works, walks with God, and meditation. When I think of meditation, I think of secret gardens and music that lifts my soul. And Singing.
Early, in Everyday Grace, Marianne discusses a mystic’s supplies.
“What are the mystic’s supplies? They are spiritual principles, much like magical wands in their capacity to turn any situation into a crucible of miraculous transformation. They change the world by changing us. The mystic path is a journey of personal transformation, and while the goal of the journey is to become our true selves, we can only do this by letting go of who we are not.”
Our true selves. Our Authentic selves. (So Sarah Ban Breathnach, eh?)
Pertinent, to my own life, right now, the chapter on Grief, teaches not to avoid the heartbreak of life,
“nor try to distance from it in the name of spirituality, mental health, or anything else.
Enlightenment does not consist of pretending to be where we are not; enlightenment means being in touch with where we are and being willing to learn what God would have us learn from it. Sometimes the purpose of a day is to merely feel our sadness, knowing that as we do, we allow whole layers of grief, like old skin cells, to drop off us.”
Towards, the end of Everyday Grace, Marianne, talking about Community. She reflects back on life on 1/1/2000, and how there was this sense of newness and togetherness..
I couldn’t help but think of September 12th. How together, we were, because of our feelings of vulnerability. How we united, in mind and spirit, to put one foot in front of the other… How every minute thing, around us, was important. How the mundane, everyday problems, were on-hold. How we allowed ourselves to just “be.”
Its sad that we can’t find more common ground, sans tragedy.
I popped into a blog, from twitter today. Before I read any posts, I clicked through to a beautiful testimony.
It occured to me, that I probably should work on my testimony, for this blog.
My first thought is that I have no idea where to start that.
Maybe I need to read more testimony’s and figure out more what to leave out of mine, than what to say?
I wanted to send a direct message to the writer, of the testimony, because there was no ability to comment on it. I can’t DM because she is not following me.
I don’t see any contact options. I find that sad. When someone inspires you.. I think you should tell them.
It is personal, enough, that I don’t want to leave it public, with an @
