Don’t Hang Up Your Harp


Ok, so when you’ve no more to give because your giver is worn, torn, frazzled and frayed, and your song has left and taken your joy with it, just stop and rest in the delight of a sweet and serendipitous moment of quiet before our Lord. A precious moment you can grab out of that hectic space and furious pace that you try so frantically to keep in step with! Yeah, we just have to find one of those somewhere in our day don’t we? A precious time to sit and reflect on the good things we enjoy at the Lord’s good hand, in the midst of all the “All gone wrong.” It’s there where we can saturate ourselves in a grace so precious and so lovely that it warms our heart and soul. It’s there we can receive the Lord’s gift of quiet and peace, so necessary for our ministries, our families and our friends. It’s there, beautiful soul, where our giver is graced, refreshed, renewed and restored. It’s in His sweet presence where our joy returns on wings of song! It’s only then we can begin to give again. Proverbs 18: 16, reminds us “A gift opens the way for the giver and ushers Him into the presence of the great.” There is much good about us and around us, but sometimes our skies are so clouded with bleak worry and so heavy with care that those good things ~ well, they’re just not visible any longer and it’s confusing and discouraging when we aren’t sure which way is up or down. You’ve done what you could but it’s not enough and in our human strategy and ill effort, it never will be. You see, it’s not about us, contrary to popular belief out there in a world gone haywire. A crazy world that says it is about me, myself and I and at all cost, I will make it conform to my desires. But it’s not that at all and the more we try to fill the I in the equation the more disillusioned we become.

We can’t sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land ~ dry place, as the Psalmist laments in Psalm 137:4, “How can we sing the songs of the LORD, while in a foreign land?” They were held captive and had hung their harps on the poplar trees to weep and mourn for Zion, while their captors tormented them and demanded songs of joy. Oh when captive to our fear, worries and just plain discouragement, we dare not hang up our harps!! No, we pick it up! Take it in hand and find some kind of precious time to free our soul to sing a lullaby of love to the Heavenly Father! Right there in our quiet corner let Him lift us out of the ‘down low’ tormenting doldrums and into the heights of His glory even on our worn and weary days.

Yeah, you! Beautiful you, Pick up that harp once more! Grace your corner with its sweet sound. Meet with The LORD of heavens armies and watch the beauty of your giving spirit awaken to a new day!

“May all the kings of the earth praise you, O LORD, when they hear the words of Your mouth. May they sing of the ways of the Lord, for the glory of the Lord is great.” Psalm 138: 4,5

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Weary And Worn

DSC_0008 overlay 3 graceful sharpen snowman.jpgSo there’s most likely a whole bunch of us tired tonight. Victims of stuff that happens in daily routine. Sometimes don’t we even wonder why, as it seems that nothing out of the ordinary has happened, it’s just everything all coming together into one big conundrum without any reprieve. Oh, aren’t we needing quiet rest for the weariness of our beings and for the healing of our souls? Yeah, the body is willing but the mind is weak, and sometimes we just can’t shut it down or shut it off and find sweet peace in there somewhere ~ anywhere. We’ve done dinner, and dishes and kids and laundry, yes, even on Sunday, and we’ve done more dinner and dishes and kids and laundry, yes, even on Sunday. We’ve dealt with issues, hurts, bandaids, snacks and pets, and ministries and services, people and did I say kids? Yeah, big ones, little ones, newborns, fighting kids and obnoxious kids and selfish kids and more kids and does it ever stop long enough to catch your breath? No, not likely ~ not until you’ve totally flopped back on that bed, eyes closed, breathing a quick sigh of relief five minutes before a whailing cry pierces the dark! Maybe teeth, maybe tummy, maybe sniffles, maybe nightmares, but you mom, are up to deal with it. And you were so tired too. It doesn’t seem fair, and this motherhood thing, this sweet pic of motherhood, seems way bigger and longer lasting than the books ever painted it!

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You’re a busy mom and a wearied, beautiful soul, sometimes tattered and torn and tossed about in the massive, whirlwind of your needy family. Is there ever time for you to collect your thoughts, regroup and recoup? Yeah, you feel like you stand on the banks of your own personal, private Red Sea that refuses to part! Not now, not ever! But beautiful mom, and you, it will part, and it will end, and for now just know that yours is the highest calling anyone could be blessed with. You lead life itself into maturity, and it’s a hard place and tough job because it’s so daily but it’s well worth the effort and the constant demands as you wear the many hats of your day to help satisfy the many needs of your brood. Ahhh yes, when you reach that comfy, soft pillow one more time say with the Psalmist in Palm 62: 5,6,7,8  “Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in Him. He alone is my Rock and my salvation. My fortress where I shall not be shaken….Oh my people trust Him at all times. Pour out your heart to Him, for God is our refuge.” Then look on to Psalm 66:  5,6 and take comfort and find Hope in a God of miracles and a God of grace and a God of mercy and favour. A God who cares about the cares of His own…yeah, “Come and see what our God has done. What awesome miracles He performs for His people. He made a dry path through the Red Sea, and His people went across on foot.”
You will too! Your feet will find a foothold in the instabilities and diversities of mom life! It might not be within the next five minutes but your Red Sea will part and when it does, you’ll know it. You will realize God’s amazing and sustaining grace that has kept you through the stormy seasons of this life. For now though, mom, Rest your weary soul in God’s hands and find His care for your sweet self as you gently dole it out to ‘life’ entrusted to you and life in your care.

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