gotta go
Posted on January 14, 2010 with 0 comments
I have to get these songs out. Lifted has to happen, and soon. To be perfectly honest, I'm feeling bloated!
I remember giving birth four times to these little brilliant people I thought would NEVER arrive. That last two weeks seemed like two years as I flew about, making everything ready in case "today was the day." My house has never been so clean; all the laundry done so it wouldn't mildew during my three day hospital stay, floors vacuumed in case mice wanted to feast in our absence, dishes washed so nothing could stink up the place and ruin the historic moment that I'd introduce the baby to their new home. All the while, I'd wonder what the birth experience will be like: would there be smooth sailing or complications? Ultimately, I had it both ways--some easy as epidural pie and one totally nightmarish, needing a miracle (which God gave in beautiful supply).
In the same way, this album gestates. Twelve songs are written and fully ready, as far as I can tell, but the delivery to come--their actual production in the studio--is unknown. I've sat down and mapped out the plan, but many things are still not in place to make it come to pass and I still don't have peace. Is it really not time? I know to wait upon the Lord is good, because He always reveals more and things turn out better than you'd ever hoped, but part of me still wants to reach for the castor oil.
Meanwhile, I pray. Direction and discernment. Patience. Strength to not lose focus and momentum, which is bound to lag in times of waiting. Release of financial provision. Favor. Open doors. Most of all, faith: in Jesus Christ, in the importance of spreading His Word to save souls for eternity, in my own calling and ability to do this at all. I pray for faithfulness. To walk, to run, to fly.
I pray for my baby, this album called Lifted, to deliver and be healthy, then grow up and do what it was made to do: lift people's spirit's up, lift up their heads, let them see God at their right hand so their bodies can live in hope. I pray that listeners hear and rejoice, wake up in their spirits and be the captain of their own ships. I pray many then sail on in the Living God's current, no longer tossed about by every wind.
As I wait, He renews my strength. I just rose up on wings like an eagle. Did you see? Mmm. I think I'll hold it a little longer. I can make it. But I hope it's soon.
I remember giving birth four times to these little brilliant people I thought would NEVER arrive. That last two weeks seemed like two years as I flew about, making everything ready in case "today was the day." My house has never been so clean; all the laundry done so it wouldn't mildew during my three day hospital stay, floors vacuumed in case mice wanted to feast in our absence, dishes washed so nothing could stink up the place and ruin the historic moment that I'd introduce the baby to their new home. All the while, I'd wonder what the birth experience will be like: would there be smooth sailing or complications? Ultimately, I had it both ways--some easy as epidural pie and one totally nightmarish, needing a miracle (which God gave in beautiful supply).
In the same way, this album gestates. Twelve songs are written and fully ready, as far as I can tell, but the delivery to come--their actual production in the studio--is unknown. I've sat down and mapped out the plan, but many things are still not in place to make it come to pass and I still don't have peace. Is it really not time? I know to wait upon the Lord is good, because He always reveals more and things turn out better than you'd ever hoped, but part of me still wants to reach for the castor oil.
Meanwhile, I pray. Direction and discernment. Patience. Strength to not lose focus and momentum, which is bound to lag in times of waiting. Release of financial provision. Favor. Open doors. Most of all, faith: in Jesus Christ, in the importance of spreading His Word to save souls for eternity, in my own calling and ability to do this at all. I pray for faithfulness. To walk, to run, to fly.
I pray for my baby, this album called Lifted, to deliver and be healthy, then grow up and do what it was made to do: lift people's spirit's up, lift up their heads, let them see God at their right hand so their bodies can live in hope. I pray that listeners hear and rejoice, wake up in their spirits and be the captain of their own ships. I pray many then sail on in the Living God's current, no longer tossed about by every wind.
As I wait, He renews my strength. I just rose up on wings like an eagle. Did you see? Mmm. I think I'll hold it a little longer. I can make it. But I hope it's soon.