Murmuration...the act of murmuring or a flock of starlings. I am loving this word. I feel like it should mean more...
Oh wait...look what I found:
mur·mur noun
mər
1. a low, continuous sound, as of a brook, the wind, or trees, or of low, indistinct voices.
2. a mumbled or private expression of discontent.
Hmmm..."a low, continuous sound...of low, indistinct voices." That is so interesting to me given my spiritual state of mind lately. Whose voice have I been listening to?
I had another breakthrough at church last night. I really do love this little church we've been attending. The pastor is great...his wife is great...the people are great...the worship is great...but then there I am, stuck behind a very big and ominous wall. The pastor called it out last night...talked about how we can be so on fire for God, serving Him and running after Him as hard as we can...when all of a sudden...BAM!...you hit a wall and it all comes to a screeching halt.
Yes. Wow. YES. He was totally speaking to me...and I mean He, as in God. Yes, the pastor is the one who spoke the words...but God put those words in his mouth so that he would speak them to me, last night, at that very moment. And to think...I wasn't even going to GO to church last night. I decided to at the last minute. (As if it were up to me.) God had a plan...as He always does. And part of His plan was for me to find a little weak spot in that wall...a little crack to let the Light shine through. A tiny little peep hole....so that I could see that He was right there, waiting patiently.
Of course He was...I always knew that. I know that God is never the one who disappears no matter WHAT we think. He is always, always, always, always there. Always.WE are the ones who disappear. And build walls to protect ourselves from...hurt. But the really crappy part is that we build them one little lie from the enemy at a time.
Strange how I can be so far from God but so close to Him all at the same time. This time in my life is no surprise to God. And it will not be wasted. God uses everything...even the bad, painful, unimaginable stuff...for our good and HIS glory. Amen.
No one will be able to stand against you all the days
of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will
never leave you nor forsake you.
-Joshua 1:5
Speaking of spiritual breakthroughs...
have you ever seen this video of this murmuration?
It leaves me breathless...and I cry every time I watch it.
Some see starlings. I see God.
God is everywhere...how can some people not see it?
And do you love the background music as much as I do?
How appropriate that it's titled Nomad Soul?
Here is the full length version...I'm listening to it for the third time in a row.
6 comments:
May I point out that - no matter how big the wall, or how tall the wall; that no matter how thick we think that wall is, since God is everywhere, He is on our side of the wall, even when we're too silly to look around and find Him right there.
I love that word too, since I first saw this video. I am glad you have found what you need in your church!
I will miss the flocks of starlings. Every time I look up I'm reminded how small we really are and that we all have our journeys.
Just what I needed to start my week. You always seem to save me. Your ministry is reaching people.. Thank you my friend. Xo~
that video is crazy...
I love beegirls comment. i love how openly you share here too.
xoxo
I thought of Leonard Cohen when I read your entry. He wrote "There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."
"Anthem"
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.
I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
Oh Michelle, I cry when I watch that video too. Its why I can't watch right now, but later i'm bringing my husband here and showing him .....its something people like to share as you are.
xx
julie
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