i'm sitting here in my hospital bed... and they've just started the pre-med fluids. man, do i hate this.
just returning to the scene of the crime makes me relive it all. the sounds and smells drive me crazy. purell is now my arch enemy because i almost spew anytime someone squirts in on their hands within a ten mile radius of me. and in the hospital... that's pretty often.
i'm thankful the treatments seem to be working. very thankful. but why can't i have all the benefit without any of the pain?!?!
last winter i was able to visit northern ireland for a conference at the church where robin mark leads worships. i've always found his music inspiring, even though i wouldn't say his style is my first choice. but being over there and experiencing how his music has helped to heal belfast... well, i found it to be fascinating.
recently some in-laws sent me his newest cd to encourage me. (yes... i have the best in-laws on the planet)
so i put the cd into the car and started through the list of songs... enjoying each one, but not particularly "impressed".
then #8 began to play. "lost and found"
i'm not sure why some songs seem to have power behind them more than others. theologically... i don't think they do... but all i know is i love G*D decides to attach the "aed" leads to our chest through just the right song... and right when we need it. seems i never hear the unit charging... readying for the jolt. then all of a sudden... bam!
for me... this is one of those kind of songs.
now before you're tempted to say to yourself... "randy is so spiritual!" or anything like that. listen up.
in all honesty... although through these past months there have been many times when i've been transported while listening to this song... there have been just as many when i've simply shouted "no!" to it... and a few when i've asked the lord to massage my heart beyond simple surrender & resignation to this terrain... and take me to that strange place of anticipation. morbid as that may sound.
so... i can't say that i'm always willing to sing along. but the song reminds me of where i want to be.
keep in mind these words were never meant to be read... but consumed in tandem with a melody. but maybe you'll find meaning in them just the same.
when the rain falls, and it sometimes will
then the pavement under my feet
sparkles silver and gold in reflecting light
that i otherwise wouldn’t have seen.
and when the storm comes and the strong winds blow
i will bow my head to push through
and every step that i take i will watch and pray
to be sure my foothold is true.
chorus
so, Jesus, don’t you keep me from that storm
i want to walk that sacred ground
for you are master of it all
and i am just a lost and found.
and in the dry place, in the wilderness
when your word seems so far away
then i will think of my life, and i will bless your name
for your promises never have failed
and when the night falls at the end of days
i will lift my eyes to the heavens
where we will shine like the stars in reflected light
in your presence forever and ever.
chorus
so, Jesus, don’t you keep me from that storm
i want to walk that sacred ground
for you are master of it all
and i am just a lost and found.
lost and found, lost and found
i am but a lost and found
but can there be a sweeter sound than singing with
the lost and found.
so, Jesus, don’t you keep me from that storm
i want to walk that sacred ground
for you are master of it all
and i am just a lost and found.
Randy, thanks for offering up your thoughts, experiences, and your very life for us to learn more about God through your journey. Tell me about G*D sometime. I'm guessing I know, but I'm wrong often.
Here in Peoria, we are with you in a dotted/shadow line kind of way. We celebrate being Family with you.
Love You Randy! Dan L (signing for others here, who also have huge admiration and affection for you)
Posted by: dan learned | July 31, 2007 at 04:06 PM