Then sings my soul.....
Have you ever had that feeling? When your soul sings? Not just saying it, not just using the term to make a point but to actually have your very soul sing?
What a joy to have that feeling.
I witter on so often about how sad I can feel, how miserable my trials are, I can whine with the best of them and have been known to wallow in abject misery just because sometimes it is so easy to do that.
Sometimes, more often than I share, my soul can sing, it does sing.Today was one of those days. This week has been one of such contemplation for me, starting last week when I cried so much as I pondered on how I have made mistakes, how things could have been, but weren't. This week I have done things differently. In the short time I managed to stay in church last week, I heard one important lesson, one fact that could change how my life goes, how different my home can be. I heard that point and I thought about it, almost without thinking, I decided to try it.
We were told that as Mothers we can feel overwhelmed by how much there is to do, how huge our task can be and how often we feel that we simply aren't doing enough. Then the teacher said " How wrong we are, what we really need to do is LESS"
Imagine that, how so? How can we do LESS and yet win? How can doing LESS mean our homes are more efficient, more loving, more spiritual and calming?
Well, by listening to less of the world outside, less media, less noise, less rushing and trying to keep up with the Joneses. By leaving behind so much of the insane rushing and unimportant nonsense we have more room for what we truly need in our homes.
I tried that, I have taken my iPod with me in the car and listened to calming music, sweet music that touches my heart and leaves my ears alone! Music that gives me goosepimples and good tears. I have played the same music while I cook and clean.
I'm years behind H, who has adopted this plan for ever. I am slow on the uptake and also, stubborn, ain't no-one going to ever TELL me what to do ( not sure that anyone has ever tried apart from the rare occasions when H will sigh audibly and exude such a feeling of displeasure should I choose to watch some TV show like "Real housewives of Orange county / New York" for example and will mutter something like " what can anyone POSSIBLY be learning from watching these people?" )
H doesn't watch, listen to or read anything that he won't learn something from and he will never watch or listen to something that he wouldn't be comfortable watching with his children. He is such an example of how we can invite good and uplifting things into our lives and he is also someone who laughs when I tease him....an all round good bloke then.
By turning off some of the crazy that surrounds us, replacing it with calm...life changes.
I am, by nature, a somewhat irreverent being. I can find something to laugh at at most situations in life. I can joke about the most serious of subjects and it has taken me far, that talent has carried me through nightmarish times and made the worst moments bearable.
I can also be serious, when it matters.
Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, my words don't say it nearly as well as someone can sing it.
My soul sings because I love my Heavenly Father. Without the knowledge and faith that I have, I would not be.
"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee, how great thou art, how great thou art."
Amen.
What a joy to have that feeling.
I witter on so often about how sad I can feel, how miserable my trials are, I can whine with the best of them and have been known to wallow in abject misery just because sometimes it is so easy to do that.
Sometimes, more often than I share, my soul can sing, it does sing.Today was one of those days. This week has been one of such contemplation for me, starting last week when I cried so much as I pondered on how I have made mistakes, how things could have been, but weren't. This week I have done things differently. In the short time I managed to stay in church last week, I heard one important lesson, one fact that could change how my life goes, how different my home can be. I heard that point and I thought about it, almost without thinking, I decided to try it.
We were told that as Mothers we can feel overwhelmed by how much there is to do, how huge our task can be and how often we feel that we simply aren't doing enough. Then the teacher said " How wrong we are, what we really need to do is LESS"
Imagine that, how so? How can we do LESS and yet win? How can doing LESS mean our homes are more efficient, more loving, more spiritual and calming?
Well, by listening to less of the world outside, less media, less noise, less rushing and trying to keep up with the Joneses. By leaving behind so much of the insane rushing and unimportant nonsense we have more room for what we truly need in our homes.
I tried that, I have taken my iPod with me in the car and listened to calming music, sweet music that touches my heart and leaves my ears alone! Music that gives me goosepimples and good tears. I have played the same music while I cook and clean.
I'm years behind H, who has adopted this plan for ever. I am slow on the uptake and also, stubborn, ain't no-one going to ever TELL me what to do ( not sure that anyone has ever tried apart from the rare occasions when H will sigh audibly and exude such a feeling of displeasure should I choose to watch some TV show like "Real housewives of Orange county / New York" for example and will mutter something like " what can anyone POSSIBLY be learning from watching these people?" )
H doesn't watch, listen to or read anything that he won't learn something from and he will never watch or listen to something that he wouldn't be comfortable watching with his children. He is such an example of how we can invite good and uplifting things into our lives and he is also someone who laughs when I tease him....an all round good bloke then.
By turning off some of the crazy that surrounds us, replacing it with calm...life changes.
I am, by nature, a somewhat irreverent being. I can find something to laugh at at most situations in life. I can joke about the most serious of subjects and it has taken me far, that talent has carried me through nightmarish times and made the worst moments bearable.
I can also be serious, when it matters.
Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, my words don't say it nearly as well as someone can sing it.
My soul sings because I love my Heavenly Father. Without the knowledge and faith that I have, I would not be.
"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee, how great thou art, how great thou art."
Amen.
Labels: emotions, testimony.
3 Comments:
Ah Helen . . Your words always touch me and make me stop and think. This song has been one of my faves since I was a little girl(and I did a beautiful counted cross stitch picture of it for my former pastor. . that gave me such peace while making it). I love you and am so glad you are still blogging when the spirit moves you!
so true:)
I love that song. He is indeed GREAT.
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