i'm going to live my life inspired
look for the holy in the commonplace
open the windows and feel
all that's honest and real
until i'm truly amazed
i'm going to feel all my emotions
i'm going to look you in the eyes
i'm going to listen and hear
until it's finally clear
and it changes our lives
there are so many ways to hide
there are so many ways not to feel
there are so many ways to deny
what is real
and i just showed up
for my own life
and i'm standing here taking it in,
and it sure looks bright
the glory of God is man fully alive
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give me the strength and the courage.
give me the faith to face what is and what will be.
lyrics from
"just showed up for my own life"
sara groves
5 comments:
how is it that a phrase as genius as "i just showed up for my own life" had heretofore escaped wordslingers such as we are and know?
and to your quiet, clean prayer i nocturnally hoot your direction in amens.
i like the way you're feeding yourself.
i'm all too often shoving anything that will justify/satisfy/nullify my state into my mouth.
junk food.
thank you dear women and fellow travelers, for your kind presence here.
I also really like this
"and i just showed up
for my own life
and I'm standing here taking it in,
and it sure looks bright"
I have always thought that there seems to be a long history of God making his people feel like aliens. Abraham left Ur, to another land... Joseph sold into Egyptian slavery... Jews leaving Egypt with Moses and wandering the desert... Babylonian exile... Syrian exile... Greek then Roman occupation... crusades... WWII.... and finally only now the Jews have a country but they still have no Temple... even in the Christian branch of things we were always in danger of being wiped out.. in danger of dying out and of our faith being lost.. only after Constantine became Christian did our fortunes turn and I kind of suspect that at that point something fundamental to our Faith was lost..
It seems to me that being in exile is being truly one of God's ambassadors to the world.. we view the events that transpire to others and to ourselves but there is a certain cosmic centeredness that we can tap into... not that it gives us power, protection or safety.. but that gives us simple perspective.
I sense otherness in you and I know the foreigner inside you as I know the foreigner inside myself.. and somehow they are one.
saint,
i have no words,
only deepest gratitude.
-she.
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