Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Magical Music Moment

Today a friend shared with me a short story she'd written about playing music and the wonder and joy it brings, and it reminded me of this story I wrote for a uni writing excercise (which wasn't graded) so I thought I'd share it with you all! Take the time today, perhaps, to thank the Lord for the wonderful gift of music He has given us and to encourage those you know who share their abilities in this area with us (thanks so much Daisy!) I'm so thankful to the Lord for music and friends! :D


I gently closed my eyes, a sense of utter peace and tranquillity filling me. I, the lone audience member sat in awed silence as if in a trance, spellbound by the magic the music seemed to cast. The music began to fill the old church building, reverberating off its curved ceiling and red brick walls. Over a century in age, it must have had music played inside it countless times before, but surely never as beautiful as this! My best friend's voice reached a crescendo, a violin passionately weaving its away around her melody and a piano lilting soothingly in the background. As Saint-SaĆ«ns “Violons dans le soir” slowly drew to a close, I felt tears forming in my eyes – a rare occurrence. Now I finally understood what it meant to be truly moved by music, and if I could have held onto that moment forever than I would have.

Just moments before, we had been laughing, distracting each other, already having faced hours of practice required to perfect the piece. Somewhat mortified by a cold invoked by the incoming winter chills and the fact that I'd already had to borrow my best friend's jacket for the evening, I'd opted for a pew and played a mock “annoying audience member” in order to pass the time. Mischievously dropping a hymnal every few minutes, I managed to coax smiles from my friends. Friends I'd had for years alongside a friend I'd formed that evening and yet it felt like we could have all been a group together for a lifetime. As we prayed together, I was awed at how the Lord had brought me alongside a group of such gifted and yet like-minded people. After a brief break, and with our eyes starting to droop from tiredness, we decided to play it through just one more time...

The silence at the end of the tune only heightened the beauty of what we had just heard. All the frivolity of earlier in the evening seemed to have vanished as we looked at each other, speechless. Every other time we had played now paled in comparison. I exhaled and realised I must have been holding my breath.
“That was so beautiful, the best music I've ever heard, if you do that tomorrow you'll be bound to win!” Even as I said them, the words sounded so shallow compared to what I'd just heard. Moments later, we were chatting happily again, but something had changed. Deep in our souls was delight at the wonder of music the Lord had created.

Now whenever I hear that tune I feel a tinge of sadness, for the magic of that moment will never be repeated, and yet joy that the Lord gave me a chance to experience it. 

God bless!


Wednesday, 23 July 2014

A Picture of what God Looks Like

Hi everyone! :)

I was looking through my cupboard today and I found a quote that I just had to share with you all. :)

"Through our words and deeds, 
our everyday conversations, 
our attitudes and actions, 
we are sketching an illustration of God for all to see.  
Our lives should be a portrayal, 
a rendering, 
a picture of what God looks like." 
Joni Eareckson Tada 

It really made me think about my life and whether or not people can see God through me.  My question for you is "can others see God through you, through your actions?" This question is very much for me too, and I find it very challenging.
Even as the creation shows God's glory to those around it, we too need to be a picture of what God looks like to those around us.

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." Psalm 19:1

God bless! 

Monday, 21 July 2014

To Want to Write

From Pinterest
I have a confession to make dear readers. I sit here, longing to write something, anything! The Lord definitely made me someone with a love for writing, and so I desperately want to be able to bless others through it. Though my writing skills are far from perfect and I will never be ambitious enough to write a book, this blog does give me an outlet to express myself through writing, for which I am really thankful, and I truly love it! Thus, my lack of writing lately is entirely without excuse, particularly as I have not been any more busy than I usually am.

The truth of the matter is, readers, I have reached a "blank". These days it seems as my thoughts come at me rapid fire, far too fast for me to write them down in coherant sentences. Maybe this is part and parcel of being a university student and frequently writing essays and reading academic books and articles throughout the day so being tired of it the rest of the time? Whatever the case, it seems I am struggling to write anything on the blog these days. :( Interestingly enough, when I do think of something worthwhile to write, it often relates more to my other blog Rejoice in the Lord always! which I never intended to be posting on any more frequently than this blog. Ah well, the Lord will still be able to use it, I am sure! :) 

The sad thing is, this does not only relate to blogging, but also journalling and similar writing endeavours. Another blogger expresses how I am feeling so accurately here: To cut to the heart of the matter, I think I am in the midst of a spiritual battle where I struggle even to spend time with my Heavenly Father in a meaningful way. So please be praying for me, dear readers!

I will leave it there as it is getting late, but hopefully I will write a proper post soon! :) I will leave you with this verse I read the other day from Psalm 61:

"From the end of the earth I call to you, when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy." ~ Psalm 61:2-3

This is my prayer both for myself and you, dear readers, that the Lord would help us to turn, nay run, to Him no matter how faint or weak in our faith we may feel!

God bless!