Elizabeth invited me to join her, Gabriel and Steve to go and watch a local show, but I am really budget conscious right now, and besides that, God had an appointment with me at church last night. In actual fact, He’s had appointments with me the entire weekend, but more about that in a minute… Has it ever happened to you that you can listen to a song, regardless of the genre and enjoy it for the piece of magic it is, but out of the blue, that same song will take on an entirely new meaning, and tug at your soul? If not, then I don’t think you’re normal…
Last night in church we sang “Jesus, Lover of my Soul” and while I’ve sung it countless times, last night I really understood the words. “You’ve taken me from the miry clay…” You see, since moving into my own place, things have been hard. There, I’ve said it. They’ve been hard. I haven’t really had disposable income to enjoy the lifestyle I became accustomed to when living with my parents. Some nights are incredibly lonely. My friends are around, but for the most part, they don’t really understand just how difficult this transition is for me. I’ve spent a great deal crying myself to sleep at night, but yet, I have wanted for nothing. All my needs have been taken care of. God has kept His promise to supply all my needs according to His Glory in Christ Jesus. So, as hard as it is, I’m trying to stay focused. Last night though, when we sang this song, the floodgates opened because Valerie, my colleague, told me that this is a process I have to go through; that God is moulding me for bigger, better things. He has taken me from the miry clay and He is moulding me into an even more beautiful pearl for His Crown.
I’m reading William Paul Young’s Crossroads and my word, I sometimes feel that the book was written specifically for me. Sometimes I will read only a small excerpt, but there will be such a powerful message in there that I get goosebumps. I keep telling myself that I must invest in post-it notes so that I can just mark the messages. I WILL have to make a plan after work today.
On Saturday I attended an amazing ladies’ tea where the message was about women being the pearls in God’s Crown, and what a timely process it is for a pearl to be formed. Again, “You’ve taken me from the miry clay…set my feet upon a rock…” I left that tea feeling… for lack of a more descriptive phrase, specially chosen.
Not really wanting to go straight to bed after church, I asked Andrea (a friend from Herbalife) if she felt like coffee and within minutes she was at my flat. We chatted about what happened in the week and I told her about the tea and other happenings. Normally I wouldn’t really discuss religious/spiritual issues with people whom I am just getting to know, but I feel a strange kinship towards Andrea. She seems to just “get me”, more than some of my life long friends do. Her advise was to remember that I am never alone and that nothing ever happens without reason. Sure, it may not be clear right now, but in hindsight, everything makes sense.
Now, to the title of this post…Brain Itch… for those of you who don’t know what a brain itch is – it is a song that is stuck in your head that no matter how many times you’ve sung the words, you just cannot get it out of your head. Guess what’s stuck in my head right now? Your Song by Elton John. I’m not sure why, but I hope it is saved on my netbook so that I can just listen to it to get it out of my head…
Wishing you all an amazing week, filled with blessings, love and hope.
Reflections of a Misfit 