There is such beauty in the unknown, there is such a pure silence in the moments that just come as they may. I have lost sight of this adventurous beauty, and have replaced it with worry and anxiety that blinds. With all New Year’s, of course we look to how we can become a better person than the previous. We set goals, aspirations, tasks at hand…it’s in our culture, it’s in our minds, it’s part of being an American…even if you choose to set them or not. Husband does not ‘partake’ in these resolutions, but I always at least though of what I may want to accomplish with the year that has been given. I have been thinking on what would be a sufficient task for me to succeed in, I wrote down many…then I realized that none of them really had any impact on others around me…just myself. I thought, “Having another year of outrageous selfishness…check!” How sinful and deceiving our hearts can be. I decided to continue to think on what would be a true help to my life, and also the lives of the people I share it with. For a couple weeks I set before me to read my Bible every day and to journal every day. That would have a huge impact on myself and others around me, then I realized that this is something that I SHOULD be doing every day, not a task I should set…it has to be a part of my daily life. I prayed, “Dear Lord, help me be more aware of what needs to change in my mindset, heartpounds, and soul’s longings.” Then the fog lifted and I saw a clear aspiration…to just be Aware. I tend to survive in a dense clouded life. I cannot see through the trees most days, and with that how can I see myself clearly, how can I see to help others?
Not only to open my eyes, but to live according to what I’ve been awaken to…to act on what needs to be done. To be open to living life in a way that demands my attention on myself, and the souls around me, then selflessly acting to change, or to just help. The difference in this lifestyle then the one I’ve been so easily entangled is by no means a small step…it more like a running dash into a forced muscled leap. To which I may add that I am not athletic to anyone’s standards.
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
This past Sunday one of our elders spoke about finding your identity in the good news of Jesus, which leads to our calling, then to live that out missionally. I could’ve been the only person in the room, how amazing that the Creator of everything, our Covenant God speaks to us right into the depth of our struggle, into the core of who we are.
Praise explodes in this truth, and this song (as well as the verse in Joshua) is my heartpounds to the True Beauty, He Who Saves, our Immanuel.
For the Beauty of the Earth
by Folliott S. Pierpoint
For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth over and around us lies. For the beauty of each hour of the day of the night, hill and vale, and tree and flower, sun and moon, and stars of light. For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind’s delight, for the mystic harmony, linking sense to sound and sight. For the joy of human love, brother, sister parent, child, friends on earth and friends above, for all gentle thoughts and mild. For thy church, that evermore lifteth holy hands above, offering up on every shore her pure sacrifice of love. For thyself, best Gift Devine, to the world so freely given, for that great, great love of thine, peace of earth, and joy in heaven. Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.
I quietly whisper my praises, as incense rises to heaven…thank you Lord, thank you LORD.