Lyrics and Obedience

I heard a song last Sunday for the first time.  It moved me so much, I sat in my car to finish listening to it.  I googled the lyric in my head when I got home. It was easy to find the artist, Jason Gray, and  the song “Sparrows“.  Unusual for me, I purchased the whole album, without any further research or listening.

If these words were on paper, I would file this under obedience.   Why?  I believed I was hearing what God wanted from me and I took action.  I didn’t care if it was weird or questioned.  I just did what I was told.  It’s kind of a big deal to me. Yes, sir, with genuine reverence.

I am not talking about buying  Where the Light Gets In, though it has proven to be an excellent investment.  So many of the songs speak my heart, His heart and move my spirit.  My husband digs it, as well.  I love that I am married to a man who loves the Lord and loves how I love Him.

The “weird or questioned” part comes into play because I shared a condensed version of my vision, the song and the explanation from the artist with the person who was on my heart from the minute I heard the melody. Instead of sharing privately, I was told to go out on a limb and share on her Facebook page.  In and of itself, it may not sound like a big leap. However, Jocelyn’s husband, David,  leads our Worship Music at Hope Fellowship

Jocelyn is a triplet and her entire family is well known in our church.  She and her sisters post the most beautiful encouragements, scripture and insights on their pages. They always speak the most encouraging words, too.    I have long since nicknamed them the “Sweet Jays”, as each of their names begins with the letter “J” and each sings His praises sweeter than any songbird.  

It is only human to doubt my words or thoughts were “good enough” to post on her page or any leader’s page.  It was impossible to deny that God wanted me to share it the way I did.

For three plus minutes, I kept seeing Jocelyn and her daughter dancing in a field of wildflowers.  I could see them dancing, singing, laughing and praising Him together.  “Even the Sparrow knows, He holds tomorrow” just resonated so deeply as a lyric. I could see brightly colored, matching dresses and huge smiles.   I could see birds flying over the ocean and knew it was God who made those wings work their perceived magic.   I could feel her husband , David, just beaming with gratitude as he witnessed their beautiful bond and giving Glory to God for his family.   The imagery was so powerful; only God could press it on my heart to such depth.

In less than three minutes,  that powerful vision was balanced with their testimony at church roughly three years ago. It was a powerful juxtaposition, to say the least.  I don’t remember every word, but I clearly remember how David talked about hearing “Oceans” by Hillsong United  and, in particular, the lyric which says “Spirit, lead me, where my trust is without borders.”

He shared scripture, spoke lovingly of his wife and shared openly about the two miscarriages they had suffered.  He asked us to pray with him for the third baby now growing in Jocelyn’s womb.  I believe David said something about how God used that song to reassure him that this pregnancy would be different and to have faith, no matter what, and to keep trusting His plan for them.    

When Jocelyn gave her testimony, she referenced Matthew 6:26, “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”  The way she spoke of her Sweet Jesus and her desire for all to know him still echoes.   I have prayed for their family and recalled their powerful, yet peace-filled testimony every time I have heard “Oceans” the past three years. 

I believe God has used their precious family for His Glory and His Kingdom in ways they may never understand.   I see His Grace magnified in their two-year old daughter, Joy.  I can feel His love, peace and presence each time I see their family together.  How perfect she is another “Sweet Jay”!    

After I took the leap and shared what was pressed on my heart, the response initially surprised me. Then, I remembered it wasn’t from me, it was from Him and it shouldn’t surprise me in the least.   Jocelyn wrote that God used me to bless her heart and that her sister had also shared that same song with her in a previous week. Thank you, Lord!    She actually read the link and  said, ” The message of the resurrection gives hope that even the worst will produce something beautiful in us, and will ultimately help make us who we most want to be. YES, more like Jesus because we’ve experienced more of Him, and He is so, so good.”  

I did not feel like I was not “good enough” to share as He led me; I was grateful to have been directed  to “trust without borders.” 

Listening, music and being obedient all matter.  Birds. Oceans. Babies. Lyrics.  Everything under heaven matters.  If we look closely and listen carefully, we can see and hear so much more of what Jesus longs to teach us and share with us.

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing…O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!” Psalms 30:11-12

Thank you, Jesus.

My God Room

Sunday, June 26, our youth group at Hope Fellowship Church began our service with each of the teenagers sharing all that God had done for them the prior week at Super Summer.  It was beautiful. As I listened to my two teenagers and all of their friends, I was truly humbled.  I was also jealous in a good way; they all had over fifty hours of directed worship, prayer and study time.  It’s amazing how much God gives when honored with such time, devotion and intention.

I know fifty plus hours seems impossible.  Still, these teenagers and young adults absolutely love Super Summer.  They get on buses and live in college dorms for five days.  The girls are in one building and the boys in another.  They are separated by age groups, as well.    They are up before 8:00 a.m. and usually get to bed around midnight. The days are scheduled to make the most of every hour.   Picture teenagers all across a college campus, sitting under trees and on benches, in quiet corners.  They are not on their smart phones.  They are not talking to other teenagers.   Each is sitting by themselves with their Bible open in front of them, by choice!     Imagine them meeting in small  “Family” groups several times a day to talk about all the things they rarely have time to talk about in their normal day to day lives. The only gossip is about how to know their friend, Jesus, a little bit better.   Dare to imagine all of them at evening worship together, hands raised and hearts open.  If you have remotely imagined it, perhaps it humbles you, as well.

Our pastor shortened his normal message to encourage each of us to really think about our home and imagine a “God Room.”   When would we schedule time to go be in that room and remove all distractions? Would we say as we walked by, “oh, gee, I can’t wait to get in here later?” or “I’m sorry, let me finish XYZ and I will be right back?”  I am paraphrasing him, as he is far more eloquent than I am!  As human beings in a very connected world, we allow entirely too many things to distract us from being who we are truly called to be.  We are surely just as distracted as most teenagers.

We are all invited every day, every hour, to His Word.  We are encouraged to love him and strive to love Him better every day.  Like any relationship, it requires time and energy. He surely deserves more time and more energy on my part.  If someone I loved dearly spoke a language foreign to me, I would invest time in learning something new in their language every day.  I would show them love by learning their language, their customs, nuances and probably learn to prepare their favorite meals.  Well, I believe God’s language of love is written in The Bible.  I learn more about Him and Jesus every time I open mine. I also believe The Bible, God and Jesus are the bridge to the only Kingdom deserving of all my time.

Bottom line, we all have a “God Room” in the palm of our hands. Instead of fourteen journals in messy penmanship, I will share some of “MYGODROOM” visits here.  I have lots of messy journal entries to type up in the coming week.  For now, I will share that He has had his mighty hand on everything this week.   I am overwhelmed how many times he “squeezed my hand” in return to let me know He is present.