Music is heaven-borne. Was God’s idea. God’s people sung their prayers through the Old Testament, though they did not have to. And they sang a new song before the throne…Revelation 14:3. Music will crown the triumph of restoration, vindication, renewal in heaven.
Imagine there were no such thing. So we couldn’t even paint. Your house and office is straight white; your neighborhood devoid of color, the trees blank against a blank sky. We live in color but often don’t even think about it. Every color bears its own purpose and energy. Color therapists use green to revitalize the ill. Green in food helps rejuvenate and cleanse the body. When the sun stains the sky in a particularly spectacular way, I point out the canvas of God’s painting to my son. A woman recently shared with me some challenges she was facing, I reminded her to look at or listen to something beautiful because beauty is healing. Seasoned in faith and living, she didn’t need preachy but encouragement to refresh her spirit and senses with the glorious things that surround. She took time to take in her garden.
Words to others. With these we can give someone wings or clip them.
Essentially, self-talk. People rising from their cancer bed. Or dying before resurrecting to pummel themselves through the finish line. Or choosing fruit over the chocolate bar whispering seduction. With our self-talk we keep on or give up. Fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over…every living creature that moves on the ground. Genesis 1.28. This call is also the unique ability of man in all of creation to subdue himself. When we tame the beast within and nourish our mind with good words and pictures, the body flourishes. There is no thought that does not produce a biochemical reaction that affects us physically.
Words we lift to heaven. They rise from depths of hope, longing, fear, joy and move the hand of God.
There are people limited in the use of of their senses. But there is a power available to those who are forced to compensate for the inability to see or hear, a power that’s also sacred. I could manage all of these parts of my life better. Some, I am outright terrible at enjoying and well could have named this series 20 Blessings I Take for Granted. Perhaps it’s best to work on sinking more sweetly into a few, for starters.
20 thoughts on “20 Things I Consider Sacred: Part 4”
Wonderfully written thanks for the unique spin on those things that we should not take for granted 🙂
Our will allows us to make sacrifices…All kinds. Love the thoughts on “color.”
Ri-i-ight. Self-denial. Great. Thanks.
Oh, no. Don’t take that as a bad thing. That’s what your entry made me think of (on Will).
Chuckle! No, I didn’t mean it negatively at all. I meant r-i-i-ght! (Ting! Light bulb) I thought it was a great extension of the post. =) Thanks!
Seven days withoutprayer makes one weak -Allen E. Vartlett
Prayerlessness doesn’t need to run so long for that to happen.
What a wonderful page inspiring
Thanks for reading and encouraging, Bee. I’m glad it spoke to you.
I just went to your site and hit the sign me up button before I hit the thing up the top of the page
Keep the good stuff coming!
You are amazing. Thanks for the generous support. What goes around, comes around – esp in blogosphere. I know you will continue to thrive. Blessings.
u r 2 kind!
These are some wonderful reflections here. I especially liked “Words to others. With these we can give someone wings or clip them.” We so often do not know the strength of our words.
You have a lovely blog. Cheers! 🙂
I appreciate the detailed feedback, A.D. Thx for your time.
You’re welcome. 🙂
April ’13 yet here I am. Better late than never………..;)
Our words live on yes? Some tranquil thoughts D, tkx for the heads up.
Rev. 14.3 w-music, and your color analysis was warming.
The clipping? Oh how I need to remember……….
But my favorite take from your canvas was your word ‘sacred.’ Well done.
You probably get tired of flattery, so I’ll just say bye.
Actually, I haven’t tired of the flattery. LOL!
Nice HW, you are a well of never ending surprises-
Bleh…a year’s hindsight showed me this coulda been written better. I clipped and reworked some parts for a better flow. Less stiff now. (Not for you to reread. Just sharing that I wasn’t too keen on the writing.)