Symphony to my Ears


I never thought a hummmm could sound so good. I never knew it would bring the hairs to stand up on the back of my neck. But when my husband told me to flip back on the a/c, the hum the unit made was music to my soul.

The digital readout in my Georgia bedroom was 80 degrees last night – not prime sleeping temperature for someone who is about nine months pregnant. No, not at all. But our poor air conditioner was working overtime and wound up frozen. One call to the friendly neighborhood a/c man told us we needed more Freon. “Turn it back on. Keep an eye on it, and I’ll be there soon,” he told us.

So, with this advice my husband instructed me to flip the unit to “Cool – Auto.” I was more than happy to oblige. That’s when I heard that hum. I could have sat cross-legged on the bed and listened all day. How is it that one sound can stir your soul?

The sound of my husband’s voice at the end of a long day does the same. The sound of my children laughing so hard it comes from deep in their bellies. The sound of the Cracker Barrel hostess calling our name after an hour wait. The sound of the phone ringing when you are waiting on a call.

But the sound I long to hear the most – the one that will really have hairs standing on end – is the sound of the Lord calling my name. When He gazes into my eyes with a look that says I know you, and calls me by name. I imagine next he’ll throw open His arms to welcome me, and I’ll literally feel the embrace that for so long I’ve only felt in my heart.

Then the trumpets. Oh, I know I’ll hear trumpets as the angels sound off. But my friends, the sound I dream of. The sound I’ve imagined so many times is the one of my own voice mingled with hundreds of thousands of others as we fall to our knees in praise and adoration of Almighty God. It’s this symphony that I long to hear for all of eternity.

Clap your hands, all you nations;

shout to God with cries of joy.

How awesome is the LORD Most High,

the great King over all the earth!

He subdued nations under us, 
peoples under our feet.

He chose our inheritance for us, the pride of Jacob, whom he loved. Selah

God has ascended amid shouts of joy,

the LORD amid the sounding of trumpets.

Sing praises to God, sing praises;

sing praises to our King, sing praises.

For God is the King of all the earth; sing to him a psalm of praise.

God reigns over the nations; God is seated on his holy throne.

The nobles of the nations assemble as the people of the God of Abraham,

for the kings of the earth belong to God;

he is greatly exalted.

Psalm 47

Carol

Grammy in the Road

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“You have got to be kidding me,” my husband vented his frustration with the car in front of us doing a snail’s pace. We pulled up to the stoplight, and I read the tag GRAMMY*. “Well, it’s a grandma,” I explained to him. “Yeah, well she needs to at least go the speed limit,” he responded…

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Carol

Moving Out

I’m moving out. It’s been coming for a while, but I didn’t realize the inevitable until today. I’m moving out. I guess I asked for it – kind of. Looking back, I can definitely see the signs.

I’m moving out of my comfort zone.

Last month I read Priscilla Shirer’s book And We Are Changed: Encounters with a Transforming God. She used the story of Ruth and Naomi to talk about how sometimes we must move out of our comfort zones for God to do a great work. She said:


If we always operate in our areas of knowledge or skill, or if we only do things in which we excel, we will never leave room for the Almighty God to move in our midst.


I felt it in my gut the first time I read it, knowing God was speaking to me. “But God, I’ve moved out of my comfort zone. Remember how I flew to New Mexico? Remember how I went to minister in the prison? Those were not easy for me.” He was silent in return. Sometimes when He says things once and doesn’t repeat them, I can feel Him giving me “the look.” You know the one you give your children when they know better.

So, I reluctantly prayed, “Lord, if you truly think I’m too comfortable (which I didn’t think I was), move me out of my comfort zone.” And then I wondered where in the world He would take me this time. This month, I’m reading What Happens When Women Walk in Faith by Lysa Terkeurst, again. As she was sharing her story, I read these words:

It was never part of my plan to have more children, but praise God, it was part of His plan. Has is been easy? No. I left my comfort zone and entered into a famine place where I am forced to depend of God like never before.


As I read her words I was thinking, yeah, me too, honey; I didn’t plan on more children either. And I chuckled to myself. But when I read what she said about moving out of her comfort zone, I had an “aha!” moment. I remembered what I read in Priscilla Shirer’s book and ran to find it. As I read her words again, I was struck by the words that followed those original sentences.

Scripture says that He demonstrates His strength when we are weak (2 Corinthians 12:9).


It was then I knew without a doubt God was speaking to me. There was that verse again. The one He gave me when I found out I was pregnant. The same one He took me back to when I was looking for our baby’s name.

My life is about to be crazy. I don’t do crazy. Those of you who know me well, know I like neat and tidy. When I can’t sleep at night, I choose a closet in my head and reorganize it. It soothes me. I. Like. Order. It makes me comfortable.

So for some unknown reason, God would like me to be a little uncomfortable. Perhaps He is preparing me for something greater. Maybe He wants me to let go of the controls a little more. Or quite possibly, His desire is to truly show me His strength and power, and He can only do that in my weakness.

Whatever the reason, I’m packing my bags to move out of the zone – the comfort zone. Want to come?

Carol

Distracted


“Hey, how are you?” The silence shattered and heads once entranced in magazines looked up and towards the culprit. “I’m still in the doctor’s office waiting,” she explained in a loud talking-on-a-cell-phone kind of voice. “I’m going to meet y’all for lunch in an hour or so,” we all listened to the conversation. We couldn’t help it…


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Carol

Back to School

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Whirrr went the electric pencil sharpener as I sharpened forty-eight new pencils to dance across pages of white. Each child sat before me with book bags in hand as I called off the items for them to place inside. Book bags packed, new clothes lying out, and lunchboxes waiting to be filled I sent my soon-to-be third grader and Kindergartener upstairs for baths…

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Me (and my big belly) with Colin and Faith waiting on the school bus. Faith couldn’t wait to start Kindergarten!

     

Carol