*This is the first of group of posts "From the Archives" of my previous blog site. Originally this post was entitled "Things I love, that lift my spirit, Part 1b, a.k.a. The Holy Spirit is a Crooner". Yep. Long title. It's also the 2nd part of the "Lost and Found" post series.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post for something I just HAD to share…
I mentioned in a recent post about how music is one of the things that lifts my spirit…it is true in so many ways.
Music can make housework easier. Music can prompt me to move my booty and work up a sweat, too! Music helps me praise my Lord continually! So often, if I turn on Praise music when I am down—
which in and of itself in those moments is a sheer act of the Holy Spirit, because how many of you out there, when you are down, know that is exactly when you do NOT feel like listening to praise music?–
and just by listening to that music, my body becomes alkalined, my spirit aligns with the Holy Spirit, and my smile comes out again (and maybe through a sheen of sobs and tears?)!
Well, as much as I love listening to Praise and Worship music or other Christian music, there is also a lot of GREAT secular music out there! Songs that inspire me by the beat, the melody, the words, the instruments, the time-period they are from, the nostalgia they bring: WHATEVER!!!
In fact, I often use a mix of secular and Christian music in the playlists for my Christ-centered yoga classes…if it inspires, it’s in.
I use an app on my phone called “memo pad” to keep a list going of songs that I hear and want to put in a “someday playlist”…since I listen to music so often, I hear a lot of great stuff!
There are probably at least 30 songs on that list right now…and they have come from a time period of at least a few months, so it isn’t as if they are things that I am listening to right now or recently…
Just sharing to set you up for the big point of this story…or should I say testimony?
You see, music also lifts my spirit in an amazing way via the Holy Spirit…you might call it coincidence, but I don’t believe in that.
I believe in Divine appointments.
Sometimes, when I go out walking, or jogging, or biking (and THAT is going to be a star in this testimony), I take along my I-pod and I set it to shuffle…and I ask God to be my DJ. You would be AMAZED at the timely mixes He comes up with! I mean it! Sometimes I can’t wait to get home just so I can write the list down for use later!
Sometimes, though, I don’t need an i-pod. I don’t even need to be outside walking. I don’t even need to be awake. Sometimes, I wake up from a nap, or in the middle-of-the-night, and there is a song playing over and over and over in my head, and it just won’t stop.
I will lay there, frustrated, eyes wanting to be closed, body tossing, thoughts of the day beginning to whir about, and saying, Lord, I would really like to get back to sleep!…
and at this point usually not really paying attention to the song in my head, because it is just background noise to what seems to be an obvious frustration.
If I tune in, if I decide to listen, I find that it is my Lord singing over me…
Zephaniah 3:17 New International Version (NIV)
The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.
Did you know that the Holy Spirit can be a Crooner?
And I do mean,”Crooner”…like a Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Bing Crosby (my ultimate favorite), and to get a little modern, Harry Connick, Jr or Michael Buble’ kind of crooner…
Very often, in the middle of the night, if I would just get up and have my devotional time with the Lord RIGHT THEN, I would find out that He is trying to tell me something…but you know, when we are sleepy, that doesn’t always sound appealing.
And, if you are like me, you might have a history of waking up in the middle of the night and watching T.V., followed by eating and watching T.V.….which never turns out well or serves our little temples appropriately, and generally just makes one more tired!
So you can see why I might just want to go back to sleep, if at all possible.
But like I said, if I just tune in, I might hear what God is saying…
Let me back up a little. 2 days in fact.
Two days ago, my hubby and I were enjoying our semi-weekly bike ride around our tiny little Mayberry town.
I love my little town. I feel safe here. It feels like a throwback to a simpler time, and my husband and I both adore that about it. I literally have only to ask our local postmistress if I have a question about who to call for this or that, or how something works around here…I have joked about that, but it has never been more true than 2 days ago.
Two days ago, I was bit by a dog. On my left bum. While riding my bike.
Go ahead and laugh. A Lot. Because in Hindsight (pun intended), it makes for some good jokes.
On the flip side, it hasn’t been funny at all. It has been painful and exhausting and stressful in many ways. It has affected my way of life, my performance on the job, my ability to sleep, put stress on my family, my pocketbook (though hopefully that can be remedied later), and it has affected that feeling of safety I adored. I have hope in God, though, that the safe feeling, with precaution and knowledge (and pepper spray) will return.
It has even given my postal lady a cause…ha ha! (We may have a new campaign in Taneyville to write our State Rep about our lack of protective Statutes in cases such as mine, where if a dog bite happens outside the city limits, the County Animal Control must rely on the state laws about whether or not they can require a pet owner to give up or confine their dog for a period of 10 days to watch/be sure there is no Rabies infection, etc…in this case, there is no such law.)
So, in the middle of the night, the night after the incident, I really DIDN’T want to wake up and go into the living room to open my devotional.
I DIDN’T want to be tempted to eat out of a need for a comfort or to deaden the pain, physical AND spiritual.
I DIDN’T want to have to be strong.
I prayed for sleep. It didn’t come.
After a half an hour or so, I decided to really notice the song that had been playing in my head over-and-over-and-over from the time I woke up…
(I HAD noticed, but I hadn’t REALLY noticed, know what I mean?)
It was the chorus of a song that I have had in my future playlist memo for awhile:
“Lost” by Michael Buble’.
I could only think of a few lines of the chorus, and the rest were just da-da-da-da…
I went out to the living room and opened my devotional.
It was Perfect.
I won’t go into that too deeply,just know that it was about being aware of my Lord’s Presence,
that I face NOTHING alone,
that His Spirit in me IS causing me to be free, as the person He created me to be, and that I do not need to worry…
because. well, I was scared.
Scared that I would start eating for the wrong reasons. Scared that I would be too tired to do what needed to be done. Scared that we might never talk to the owner. Scared that I would have to pay medical bills. Lots of things…just plain scared.
And feeling as if I was alone in something that seemed so laughable anyway, and that there might be no hope for help at all (from the government or anyone official).
So, as I sat there and listened to what God was saying through His Word, I began to listen to what He was singing over me as well…
I sang the words I could remember quietly to myself, catching on sobs as I asked God if He were truly singing to me, and asking that it not be a “coincidence”…that I really wanted it to be real.
I chose to believe that it was, and He confirmed it later.
Here are the words that I remembered, “as” I remembered them:
‘You are not alone. I’m always here with you, and we’ll get lost together, till the light comes shinin’ thru…da-da-da-da-da (couldn’t remember), baby, you’re not lost…”
I was feeling so lost! I was needing so much comfort! And the Holy Spirit WOKE ME UP to tell me how very *NOT LOST* I am!!! That He is always with me, and will continue to be!
Believe me, that was enough for me.
— But how many of you know that God loves to go the extra mile for his “babies”?
On the way to work, still without good news, feeling a bit sad again, tired, and apprehensive about how the dancing would feel (I was soooo sore), I decided to actually listen to “Lost”, curious to see how close my version of the words might be.
1st Chorus to “Lost”
“‘Cause you are not alone I’m always there with you And we’ll get lost together Till the light comes pouring through ‘Cause when you feel like you’re done And the darkness has won Babe, you’re not lost When your worlds crashing down And you can’t bear the thought I said, babe, you’re not lost”
I mean, honestly, God IMPROVED on my memory! I was feeling SO DONE. Done was the perfect word. And for the light to be “pouring” through, just seemed so perfect…and yes, it did feel that the world was crashing down, as in real life, it isn’t just one thing happening to you, there are of course, others happening (which need no mention here)…so one can be overwhelmed, right?
But the Crooner wasn’t finished…
The second verse also applied, and the second chorus caused me to bring my hand to my mouth over a gasp and a quiet sob of gratitude to my Big Daddy for understanding…
“Life can show no mercy It can tear your soul apart It can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy But you’re not Things have seem to changed There’s one thing that’s still the same In my heart you have remained And we can fly fly fly away
‘Cause you are not alone And I am there with you And we’ll get lost together Till the light comes pouring through ‘Cause when you feel like you’re done And the darkness has won Babe, you’re not lost When the worlds crashing down And you can not bear the cross I said, baby, you’re not lost I said, baby, you’re not lost I said, baby, you’re not lost I said, baby, you’re not lost “
Maybe reading this, you think I have gone off the deep end. Maybe you think I am a religious fanatic.
To which I reply 2 things:
One, for me it is not about religion but relationship…and when I am mindful in my relationship with my Savior, these kinds of things happen all the time, but I don’t always share them out loud. It had been awhile, and I have been praying for that closeness again…
in fact, that leads me to point Two:
If I be crazy or a fanatic, let me be crazy for Christ! I actually had been praying that I might get a bit more radical in my faith again, and look what happened!
So.
Real World? Puncture wound still open, but oozing less, I think. Phone calls to make on Tuesday to Health Department (Rabies vaccine) and my Postmistress to learn about talking with the Prosecuting Attorney...
Really Real World?
My Lord is on my side and sings over me.
In a smooth, velvety voice on this particular occasion..but who knows? Tomorrow He may be rockin’ out or playing the ukelele…
my Hope is in Him.
Please pray for the Dog Owner…I mean that. Please pray also for me. Check on your own city and State ordinances, and consider carrying some pepper spray (hate to hurt ANY animals, but it will also protect their owners from lawsuits!)…
Be loved, protected, and sung over…because you are.
I pray for you, too.
love,
Robyn
Ps…was tempted to post a pic, but it’s pretty gross. So here's one of Michael Buble' instead.
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