always a song to sing

Across the table, my friend suddenly asked me, “And what would be the theme of your life?” It must have been a few seconds too long before I realised I had left my jaw open and my other friend thought she had to interject a light-hearted comment to break the silence. “My theme: seasons,” quipped the one who asked me the question.

It wasn’t that the moment was awkward, tense, or anything. I had gone quiet because it never occurred to me to think about a fitting description for the big picture of what God’s always doing in my life. I’m always in a hurry to move from station to station, season to season, that I rarely stop to take in the wide-angle view. As a literature major, I’ve studied enough narratives to know that the authors always have themes that readers can trace. Surely the Author of my life has put together some themes.

So today, I thought about it. Here’s the part where I announce what it is, right? Well, I don’t quite have the answer yet, but I think it’s slowly coming together. For now, some phrases come to mind:

Chiseling.

Finding grace in unexpected places.

Light (and momentary troubles) versus Weight (of eternal glory) like in 2 Corinthians 4:7.

My heart and flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

More chiseling.

Dropping anchor deeper into the waters of security in Christ and not the shifting sands of this world.

Storytelling. I love to share stories. In songs. In blogs. In poems. With friends. Through media.

Hindsight’s 20/20.

Waiting.

Breaking, bending, yielding, building.

Actually, you know what? Now that I’ve come to the end of this list I think maybe I can see a pattern emerge from all of the above: in every season, God has always given me a reason to sing. And I don’t mean with my voice. I mean with my heart. To sing is to find in every season a reason to delight in the One who delights in me, to have a message to share, to enjoy and create beautiful things, to live, love and laugh.

Years ago, at a church retreat, I drew a picture and calligraphed the words, “You make my heart sing.” Today, Jesus still does. Sometimes the song’s upbeat and spritely, sometimes it’s mellow, but there’s always a song to sing, a story to tell, a message to share.

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