Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Track 06: Praise You in this Storm - Casting Crowns
Things change in an instant.
In a second, in less time than it takes to take a breath in, lives change.
One word, two words, a paragraph, an essay, a novel...
Words change lives, regardless of how many or how few are felt. We feel words. Sometimes they're as light as a feather, sometimes they tickle us with joy, and sometimes they stab us directly in the soul. And the funny thing is, as powerful as words are, sometimes there's no words to mop up the bloody mess that they themselves left behind.
I wonder why it is we think we're indestructible.
The other day I was talking to a prof, and I was saying how I have lots of time to visit England and do various other things in my life. And I'm not saying I don't, I'm just wondering what makes me think I'm guaranteed that?
What makes us think we're assured a future?
I'm not being pessimistic, because I do believe we should prepare and make plans for ourselves. But sometimes you get smacked in the face with the reality that life doesn't plan itself around you. Rather, you need to make plans around life.
Sometimes I wish pain was transferrable, so that people could share it. It doesn't seem fair to let one person or one family have to carry so much. If we all shared it, maybe love would be more prominent, and maybe so many tears wouldn't be shed.
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hands
You've never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I'll praise You in this storm
-Jillian
In a second, in less time than it takes to take a breath in, lives change.
One word, two words, a paragraph, an essay, a novel...
Words change lives, regardless of how many or how few are felt. We feel words. Sometimes they're as light as a feather, sometimes they tickle us with joy, and sometimes they stab us directly in the soul. And the funny thing is, as powerful as words are, sometimes there's no words to mop up the bloody mess that they themselves left behind.
I wonder why it is we think we're indestructible.
The other day I was talking to a prof, and I was saying how I have lots of time to visit England and do various other things in my life. And I'm not saying I don't, I'm just wondering what makes me think I'm guaranteed that?
What makes us think we're assured a future?
I'm not being pessimistic, because I do believe we should prepare and make plans for ourselves. But sometimes you get smacked in the face with the reality that life doesn't plan itself around you. Rather, you need to make plans around life.
Sometimes I wish pain was transferrable, so that people could share it. It doesn't seem fair to let one person or one family have to carry so much. If we all shared it, maybe love would be more prominent, and maybe so many tears wouldn't be shed.
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hands
You've never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I'll praise You in this storm
-Jillian
# posted by Jillian : 10:53 AM
