I love listening to music on my way to work.  Puts me in the right frame of mind for the day.

Some scientists (I heard) predicted that within the next ten years Southern Africa won’t have enough water for her people.  Scary stuff.  I live in a town where I have water whenever I turn on the tap.  (Okay, that is not strictly true, because quite often for a host of reasons, the water in town has been turned off.  This especially seems to happen whenever we have visitors.  Sometimes I think I can predict the length of the outage based on the number of days our guests stay.)

I take water (even with all of its inconsistencies) for granted.

Bathing — flushing — washing (dishes, clothes) — cooking (AND MAKING COFFEE!)
all depend upon the availability of H2O.  Clean, pure water.  (Okay -now here’s where some of my fellow citizens will rage.  We often turn on the tap to receive what smells like super-strength chlorine or what looks like mud [I kid you not!  But I digress])

Now we are facing a crisis.
Our town dam is dry.
We desperately need rain.
Not just a light shower or two.
We need heavy consistent rain.

Grace Like Rain” (Todd Agnew) calls me to remember the parallels between rain and grace.  They both fall freely, but not at my whim.  They are both essential for life, in so many aspects.

I need to experience grace —

to receive it
to dance in its downpour
to be thoroughly drenched in its goodness
so that I can

love
and serve
and minster
and forgive
and be a channel of that grace.

I take it for granted, thinking I can turn it on whenever I want and ignore it the rest of the time.
Drought scares me, because I cannot be in control.

Beautiful Feet”  (Nibs van der Spuy) speaks to me of living for others
Let go of     ME

ME
ME
ME
ME

and focus on my brother next to me.
To be a bringer of  life

love
hope
joy
peace!

And she who brings blessings to others has BEAUTIFUL FEET.
And as I let go of    ME

ME
ME
ME
ME

I am reminded of “Learning to Die”  (Jon Foreman)
We are born to die.
Between that first cry and the last sigh.
I am discovering how to die to myself — get the ME out of the way —
so that I might truly live.

I’ve got these songs (and a few others) on my phone on loop
and they remind me every morning to “dress” myself for the day.

 

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(Today’s assignment: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward —
are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.)

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