(I want to share some of the pieces of media that have encouraged me, helped me turn my gaze upward, improved my writing, remember Jesus – good and beneficial in all possible ways. I know media has a bad rep for saturating our minds with rubbish, but when we’re careful and intentional in curating what we look at, read, listen to, watch or experience, we aid our souls in innumerable ways. We’ve inherited God’s creative spark. Imago Dei. Every now and then I’ll post about the people who were faithful to fan that tiny flame.)
My best friend @maizenievares introduced me to this band so many years ago. The first song I heard was “Worn”, a modern-day Psalm lamenting the weariness of the soul. How when we’re empty and done for, redemption wins. Struggles end. How God mends our hearts when they’re worn.
In 2016 they released this album, “Followers”, which I promptly listened to at a donut shop where I was doing my undergrad thesis. What stands out to me in all the songs is theme of surrender. Giving up control. Letting go of being afraid. I don’t want to be afraid anymore – because fear never told the truth.
The song Control is one of my all-time favorite songs. /God You don’t need me, but somehow You want me // Oh how You love me, somehow that frees me // To take my hands off of my life in the way it should go.🎶
In the photo is the song I Confess, a love song about returning to God with a contrite heart, after looking for life in counterfeit sources.
I have a John 14 longing – John 14:2-3. Verses where Jesus talks about Him preparing rooms for us in His Father’s house. Where He promises to come back and take us with Him. This is probably my most “claimed” promise. I guess when you love somebody it’s natural to long for their physical presence. It’s different when you’re able to see and hear and hold the ones you love.
Which leads me to my favorite line in this song – “I don’t want to look in a stranger’s eyes when I come to this place / Let me grow familiar with the lines, the lines upon your face//”
I’m grateful for songwriters who take us to the Lord’s presence through their music, create spaces for us to abandon all pretense and self-charades because when we hear about their lamentations, we say, “those are my lamentations, too”.
Oh, Lord Jesus. Allow us to intimately know You, familiar with the lines upon Your face. Do not be a stranger to us. 🌸