And the theme of March will be grace. Grace upon grace.
grace [ greys ]
noun.
A blessing is asked and thanks are given.
Lord, bless me with the strength to put one foot in front of the other, taking it all in even though I am so tired, because each day matters. This upside down and wacky covid volleyball season is upon us and just 2 days in, I’m feeling it in every inch of my pained body. Lord that I would live SO short and be connected to the experience, not the way I feel or what I lack.
And how grateful I am for each next step.
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Beat Up :: 3/9/18 :: Post 186
My friend said it best today…..
“This week has beat us all up”
That’s exactly how I feel. And I know of a few others that feel that way, too.
I’m so not feeling well tonight. I’m nauseous, heart-burn-y, sore, impatient, grumpy, sad and discouraged.
Time for bed in hopes rest will help.
Through :: 3/9/19 :: Post 543
Music reaches a depth like nothing else. Chris had me listen to a song last night…. and I’ve been very reflective since. I haven’t been able to shake it…shake the feelings that this song brought up in my soul. That is the thing about music…Music interacts with the body differently than anything else. You can read words on a page or see pictures in a book or listen to a lecture in a podcast… you can smell a familiar smell that takes you back to a memory, good or bad… you can think and rationalize and ponder deeply… you can feel a plethora of feelings…
But music does something on a whole new level. It connects meaningful words and thoughts and feelings and then engages the brain and body in such a way that it’s as if the music speaks directly to the soul.
The words of the song hit incredibly close to home:
She dropped the phone and burst into tears
The doctor just confirmed her fears
Her husband held it in and held her tight
Cancer don’t discriminate or care if you’re just 38
With three kids who need you in their lives
He said, “I know that you’re afraid and I am, too
But you’ll never be alone, I promise you”
When you’re weak, I’ll be strong
When you let go, I’ll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear
That I’ll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can’t take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.
She made it through the surgery fine
They said they caught it just in time
But they had to take more than they planned
Now it’s forced smiles and baggy shirts
To hide what the cancer took from her
But she just wants to feel like a woman again
She said, “I don’t think I can do this anymore”
He took her in his arms and said
“That’s what my love is for”
When you’re weak, I’ll be strong
When you let go, I’ll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear
That I’ll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can’t take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.
And when this road gets too long
I’ll be the rock you lean on
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I’m gonna love you through it.
I’m gonna love you through it.
The words alone tell an incredible story, but as I listened, I sobbed….my soul feeling every word….my memories playing out in front of me, almost as if projected on a movie screen…
Even though I have chosen to walk this as raw as possible, hearing this song last night connected me to my(our) story like never before. The sheer depth of what we’re experiencing is beyond comprehension.
If you want to listen to it also, google search “I’m gonna love you through it” by Martina McBride.
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