I am mesmerized by words.
Every time I crack a book, I get caught up in
the rich world of words. They open the imagination.
All writers love words. I like to piece them together like a puzzle
so that I can express how I feel, what I've seen, who I love and so on.
I especially love the words in songs.
So many times, I have backed up a song to hear a certain phrase,
riding in on a set of notes and I feel undone.
Song writers are poets. They sing what I feel.
Scott says that his high school buddy, Eugene,
and I know how to beat a song into the ground....
because I will replay a song I like a bajillion times.
Oh, yes I will, tsgs, because how else do you learn
the words so you can sing into the mirror with your hair brush?
So as I write this blog I am listening to "unwritten" by
Natasha Bedingfield for the 57th time tonight. It's not a new song.
But it's one of those songs that means something
and I want its words tattooed on my heart.
(Just a figurative tattoo because I'm scared of needles.)
It's a song about WORDS!(And of course, she rocks it!)
Natasha used to sing with Hillsong in England.
I'm thinking she loves Jesus.
Check out these words:
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else...no one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
We are unique, each one of us. Jesus comes along and says,
"Have I got a story for you! Let's start writing!"
Mostly, I think this song shouts,
"DON'T BE SCARED!" "GO FOR IT!" "DON'T MISS ANOTHER DAY!"
To me it says,
"Susanna, DON'T YOU DARE FORGET THIS SWEET LIFE YOU ARE LIVING
just because you are stuck under mounds of laundry
and have croupy kids with lots of phlegm!
Go scoop up those little morsels of little boy goodness
and kiss them until they beg for mercy!" or something to that effect.
I want to soak it up, this life. I don't want to miss out.
So many days go by where I feel like I am clutching for control,
forgetting to live life with arms wide open,
forgetting to receive what this season has to offer me.
So maybe I have filled a few pages of my life with piffle,
with words of self pity or fear or silliness...but what about tomorrow?
I don't want to squander the pages God has given me.
So...that said....what are you going to write today?