Lyrical Living

My head and my heart are often full of thoughts and feelings that paint pictures in my mind.

Pictures. Words often turn into pictures.

Sometimes these pictures are beautiful and serene. Sometimes they are bits and pieces that begin to fit together like an intricate and beautiful puzzle. And sometimes...they are just pieces...waiting...to be put together...and to become a beautifully completed puzzle. Kind of like us...being fit together in the King's glorious puzzle.

With all of these images, it seems that the outlet for them is often inadequate. My mouth opens and the beautiful linking phrases and intentions come out in pitiful drops of words that fall dreadfully short of the feeling tied to them, the feelings that are resonating in my soul.

Songs. Music. Prose, and sometimes poetry.

These methods lead to a better flow and expression of what wells up inside me. For me, Lyrical Living means that music, or the flow of words in some form or writing, has either touched me in a way that affects how I live or is something that more thoroughly expresses my heart. 

Sometimes a song is just so much more than a song. Sometimes words are so much more than just words.  They express the picture. They help the pictures to seem more complete and more vibrant somehow. They are beautiful and meaningful.

Somehow, a song I hear or words I see, express my heart deeper and richer than my mouth opened up and just...talking. Some people are great orators.  I am not - unless the Spirit is leading my conversation and then I am amazed at myself, because it's not really myself.

When life seems most profoundly lyrical, it is then that my heart is most deeply moved.  There is a burning fire for my Lord and my Savior.  This fire drives me to a deeper place of knowing my Father in Heaven and trusting Him.

My heart is thankful for the beauty poured forth from others in song and in words.

My heart is thankful for the various means the Lord uses to reach me, love me and draw me closer to Him.

My soul is touched with beautiful images of God's love and mercies, of His might and glory and of the intricate workings He in His sovereignty majestically orchestrates.

My voice is not beautiful in sound, but the heart that pours out praises to Him has beauty beyond compare.   May this always be.  May my living be lyrical and beautiful for the sake of my King.

"It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High;" - Psalm 92:1

"for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy." - Psalm 63:7