Great Are You Lord
I love worship music.
I was raised with worship music.
My mother has an amazing voice and plays the piano with ease. I was raised singing with her in church. I have fond memories of standing next to her
in church as we harmonized with eachother.
I don’t even know how to sing melody.
Harmony is so ingrained in me.
When I hear a new song I sing along as I’m learning it, picking up on
the harmony right away. I love that my
mom taught me to do that.
When I connect with a song I will play it over and over. About a month ago, our worship team played a
new song. I was struck by the lyrics and
couldn’t even sing along. I just stood
and listened as the lyrics washed over me.
A friend posted the music video on facebook and I have been playing it
over and over. It says what I’ve been
trying to say for months. That’s the
beauty of music. It has a way of
communicating the depths of our hearts better than we could ever utter in just
words. Here are the lyrics:
All Sons and
Daughters
You are love.
You bring light to the darkness.
You give hope.
You restore every heart that is broken
Great are you Lord
So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise
Its your breath, in our lungs
So we pour out our praise to you only.
Our hearts will cry
These bones will sing
Great are you Lord
I love the chorus saying “Its your breath in our lungs. So we pour out our praise”. I can truly say that it has been God
breathing for me the past few months.
Even during the pregnancy, I was so anxious from the beginning that I
had a hard time breathing. I know what
it feels like for God to do the breathing for me. I know what it feels like to struggle. I know what it feels like to have the only
thing on your to-do list for the day is just trying to breathe.
But in the midst of that struggle to breathe, I can still
pour out my praise and say “Great are you Lord”. If I didn’t experience the struggle to
breathe, I wouldn’t know the sweet relief of taking a deep, restorative
breath. I wouldn’t be able to appreciate
where I am now. I don’t take that for
granted.
We just moved in to a new house. This house is amazing. The neighborhood is amazing. The backyard: AMAZING! Our offer on the new house went through just
a few days after we lost the twins.
Anytime I struggled to breathe, I would picture the backyard we would
soon be enjoying. In my mind’s eye, I
would place myself standing on the back porch.
I would picture myself standing out there, with a cup of coffee,
breathing. That is where I found
peace. So now we are in that house. I’ve realized just recently that the days
that I can peel myself out of bed early in the morning, fix coffee, and take
the dog outside before the kid gets up are the days that are peaceful, the days
I can breathe. I love feeling the brisk
morning air filling my lungs. Every
breath is a reminder of God’s presence- how he once held me, breathed for me
and restored me to where I can breathe on my own.
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