Hello Beautiful Sparrows! God has recently been telling me, “Give it away” and that is just what I am doing! I’ve invited some beautiful souls from my favorite Facebook community for women in the 50+ season of life, The Consilium: A Collective Where Wisdom Meets Grace. Enjoy the words from their hearts and, if you don’t mind, would you give my friend, Rhonda a hug by leaving a comment and giving a share or a tweet? And come on over to The Consilium – we would love to see you there!
She tossed her long blond hair back with a sweep of her right hand and tucked the dark wood of her violin snuggly under her chin. With slender fingers she grasped the bow and drew it gracefully across the strings. Just as our ears were prepared for rich tones of notes strung together like pearls into song, what came out would be long squeaks and flat notes that sent our dogs running under the bed. This same child played the flute and when she breathed thin streams of air against the metal edge, it was as if all the angels began singing with her.
It wasn’t for lack of talent or understanding that she played one instrument well and the other, not-so-much. The music she made with the flute, she played from her soul. Clear notes rose slowly, starting low, then rising, resting, piercing your skin with clarity and beauty.
There is just something about music and meter that can set the tone for our lives.
Recently our youngest daughter brought our newest granddaughter into the world after laboring for two days in a hospital bed. As we waited for word of that baby girls’ arrival, we knew to listen for the Brahms lullaby which the hospital sent out over the Medical Center airwaves every time a new life made its entrance. The simple, clear harmony drifted over each of us as our newest miracle, began her life journey.
My five grandchildren, all under six years old, love to skip and sing little songs. They bring back those memories not only of my children when they were young, but of me as a blond-headed girl with lopsided pig-tails.
Time began to crescendo like the Canon in D Major being played by my daughters with three instruments a piece, synchronizing lyrics and instrumentation with the neurons of their teenage minds.
Suddenly, they were there dressed in white, walking slow down the long church aisle while the traditional wedding march played an oh-so bittersweet song. Blessings, shifting of seasons, that seemed to pass as quickly as the slide-show dances from infant pictures to the happy couple embracing. It brings smiles and tears at the same time. And I’ve been to the edge of graves enough to know, that after the funeral songs have played out their solemn march, it isn’t even right to sing songs to those who have a heavy heart. There can be a song even in the silence.
From life’s first breaths to final moments, music brings clarity, and helps to put words to our journey when we are speechless. It gives voice and inflection to the emotional roller-coaster of a lifetime spent on this planet that spins and dances in the grand choir of all creation. But most of all I think of music as the most ancient way to express praise to God.
Our life song is to be lived in praise.
We can be like that violin sending people and pets running or an instrument that makes sweet music full of rich melody and whispers life.
No matter what season, it is the soul behind the song that sets the tone for how it is delivered. Each one of us has one life, with all its beginnings, moments and milestones. What if we lived our lives as an anthem of praise, a hymn of grace and hope, and a melody of joy?
In the end, the book of Revelations states that a great choir will sing a wonderful new song in front of the throne of God.
Friends may we each sing our songs well.
Oh may we sing!
Rhonda is inspired by everyday glimpses of glory. She is an incurable lover of good coffee, bicycles, and clouds. She chases light with her camera lens and often writes out of the painful, beautiful parts of her story, such as being a prodigal, young widow, single mom, and breast cancer survivor. Those are a few reasons, her passion runs deep for women in all seasons of life and faith. She is crazy in love with her husband Jim, mom to three grown children, and grandma to seven. She wants to leave a legacy of love, lived with complete abandon for Jesus. website: http://www.rhondaquaney.com