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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Come and Listen


Today I got a rare treat. I got to be in the car all by myself. Did you get that? All. By. Myself. And to make it so much better than just that, I had my Ipod in the car so I could play all my good music while I rode around unencumbered. No one shouting for "Mum." (That's gum in two year old language.) No one shouting over the music to ask me question after question while I helpfully suggest that we just listen to the music and really do we have to talk so much?

Instead, silence. It really is golden.

And then this song came on the random shuffle. (Love me some random shuffle as it is like a surprise popping up all the time-- you just never know.) And I listened to this song like I never have before. Then I listened again. And again. And I never got tired of hearing David Crowder sing, "Praise our God for He is good." It was a holy moment and I am not embarrassed to admit that there were tears involved. How could there not be?

I had the music cranked so loud even my kids would have been horrified. God met with me there, handing me that song like a gift-- a reminder of what He has done in my life, and the lives of my friends-- some of whom I had the pleasure of having lunch with this afternoon. A happy reunion. We used to go to church together, but we don't anymore. And that's a bit sad. I miss those girls, miss the old days when we were all in each other's business all the time. And now days, weeks, months go by with only emails to keep us connected. And so, I listened to that song and reflected on how much I love my friends, and miss them, and yet still love my church we now call home so much I wouldn't want to go back. Isn't that just how life is? Change is hard, painful even. And yet so, so good. And necessary.

And so, let me tell you what He has done for me, He has done for you, He has done for us. Great and wonderful things-- more than we can ask or imagine. Showing up in the dailyness of life. Meeting with a frazzled mom of six in an old Suburban in the carpool line. And carrying her all the way home.
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7 comments:

Jess said...

i'm ending my prayer time. i'm tired. i was up too late. but this post is where God spoke to me this morning. thank you, marybeth.
love
jess

Chelsea said...

I enjoyed this post alot...glad to know someone else says "no more questions...let's just listen to the music" too!

www.crumbsonmyfloor.com said...

I really am glad I came across your site. I find so much to enjoy and grow from your site.

I have a book I am writing and hope to publish by the time I'm 75!! Your site is a great source of inspiration for me!

God Bless

Renee Swope said...

Okay, so I am one of the friends who is still all in your business! I really did love having lunch with the girls yesterday. And my clinique parting gift was quite a treat. Thanks for sharing. I might have hogged those to myself and had whole year's supply of goodies. But you shared the love, and I love you for that. Can't wait to cruise with you next week!
Renee

Anonymous said...

Dear Friend,
I had the same experience this morning after I dropped the kids off and was heading into work. The music was thumping to I am Free and I noticed was even raising my hand to praise God when the man next to me shook his head like I was a looney tune. As I rode to work (and you know I still love it after 4 years!!! thanks for the referal friend)I couldnt help but praise God that I was having some alone time with him before heading into the chicken shack...have a great day

Billie said...

I love your blog. I have it on my blogroll even though you have no idea who I am. Thanks for being real. That is what God always can use to inspire those around you.
Billie
www.lifelaughterchaos.blogspot.com

Joni said...

Hey Marybeth,

Great post. I loved your last line. And don't you love how God shows up in those daily life moments. He's way too good to this mom! ;)