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My Heart Will Sing

It seemed a month of Sunday’s since I sat in the familiar seat at my church. Wait! It HAD been a month. Time moves faster than I realize sometimes. Back and forth on road trips over the last few months, it was good to find myself standing in worship with my husband at my side.

I stood to my feet – the music began and the lights dimmed. As I stood raising my voice in praise at my church recently the lyrics pierced my mind first, then moved to my heart.Sunset Arms

The lyrics dug deep into my soul.

My heart will sing no other name. Jesus. Jesus.

I thought of just how often my heart sings the name of other things rather than the name of Jesus. The realization…tangible. My heart often sings the name of:

  • Relationships
  • Goals
  • Tasks
  • Approval of others

I want my heart to sing no other name than the name of Jesus.

The truth is – I fail miserably at times. But the failure itself brings me back to a humble broken heart before God. I think it brings Him joy for me to acknowledge my sin, arrogance and independence from Him. Somehow, in my mind, it is more important not to go there at all – to the place of sin, arrogance and independence – than it is to recognize my sin and call it what it is.

He is faithful and just to forgive.

The forgiveness brings depth of healing to my soul. It comes in a moment. It costs me nothing but my pride. The thing I must lay aside if I want to enter into the joy and peace that comes in that moment of forgiveness.

I wonder…can you relate? I bet like me, maybe you have experienced this reality in your life. I would love to hear about it.

Will you consider, with me, the great value in:

  • recognizing our flesh
  • seeking forgiveness
  • accepting the outpouring of redemption in the moment

May be just as valuable as getting it right the first time.

May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in your sight, Oh Lord my rock and my redeemer. (Psalm 19:14) ESV

Take a minute to listen to the beautiful lyrics that stopped me dead in my tracks.

Kitchen Table Impact

We would sit for hours, Doris and I.  Hands wrapped around coffee cups.  I could be anywhere at this moment, but here is where I WANT to be.

A high school girl who longed to be accepted, to be invited in to any group, I felt most at home at Doris’s kitchen table.  I was only there initially to ride to school with her son.  They lived two doors down.  He wasn’t quite ready sometimes when I arrived, which meant I got to know his mother.  A tiny little lady with the energy of a roadrunner, I would watch her bounce back and forth between the table and the kitchen sink and then out to the patio to nurture the beautiful greenery she had planted in pots, and then back to the table again.

She shared stories that fascinated me.  I was always anxious to hear more.  Doris had grown up working the tobacco fields of North Carolina.  She loved her roots.  She valued family deeply because of her roots.  I could listen to her stories for hours.  Stories of her love for her Daddy.  Her lessons learned from hours in the kitchen with Mama.  But the school rang a late bell we needed to beat, so it meant I had to come back for more.  Some nights I would go back over and sit late into the night just asking questions and listening to more stories.

I’m not sure when it happened or if it was woven into every conversation and I didn’t consciously make note of it, but as I look back I can plainly see that her stories always came back to Jesus.

I wonder if I had ever heard His name before she spoke it?

I wasn’t aware that Jesus in her was what drew me.  It took me many years before I would uncover such a precious secret.

But today, thirty some years later, her relationship, her very personal relationship with Christ is among the few of the women who by the way they lived, first made Christ attractive to me.  The first few years of my marriage I would go back to visit her just to learn more about how to apply the Word and my relationship with Christ to my marriage relationship.

I treasure these memories as seeds sown into my life by the hand of God.

The Lord saw my unformed substance; each of my days were written before one of them came to be.  (Psalm 149:16).  He was the One who formed me.  It was no surprise to God that my path would cross this path of this woman of God.  I am thankful today for the ability to trace the hand of God over my life.

Dear Heart to Heart Reader,

Have you ever taken the time to consider who God wrote into the story of Your life to draw you to Himself?

I would love to hear.

To read the first story of Impact for the Journey click here.

This post originally posted on february 27, 2012