Sing For Joy...

This morning over a hot cup of heaven I sit in wonder, in quiet contemplation at the peace, the comfort I feel deep within, no matter the circumstances...music is how I start my morning routine, playing as I give love to the moose who never seems to stop growing and begin his breakfast as the sweet scent of coffee brews...music is how I survive, is how I seek sanity and peace...music is a constant conduit to joy, to a God who never leaves nor forsakes...

It may seem trite, or fanciful to some, and that is a-ok...we all find our way to belief, to a foundation in something higher than ourselves, in our own way, do we not?

It may seem this way as I explain that it is something like a radar always humming in the background, this sense of the divine...closer, ever closer for death smiling, beckoning with skeletal fingers far too often within the embrace of the monster left behind.

Oh for truth my friends...I stand as witness to something bigger than us, a higher power, a creator who tasked His angels with saving this soul...for those who have tasted the acrid smoke of death, hovering over spirit and soul, door flung open ready to receive with arms thrown wide; there is a balance you see, a ying to the yang, a goodness to combat evil...

This...this is where I sat in fear, in distress of such magnitude I cried out to a God I thought would never love me again, after months and years of mind-f*ckery, that I was somehow anathema to all that God professed. Here is where I once again was shown that His love never ends, never leaves us alone, rather walks beside us patiently waiting, always.

This is where God showed up...His angel holding up a hand to the rock meant to kill, a deafening roar of NO halting, a stutter to progression of said rock until it harmed rather than ended the breath in my chest and thoughts within my head.

My dear friends...God NEVER forsakes...He is always there, waiting for our return.

And so this morning as I finally sat to sip goodness in a cup, eyes closed, mind seeking and finding that presence closer than a mother holding her child tight, I found myself unable to open mouth to sing, so strong in knowledge of greatness, of grace...

I heard 'you sing from your soul...'

We all sing from the heart, from the depths of our beings we call out; mouths open or closed matters not dear treasures, for at times it is all we can do to just sit in it...

This mornings post while not focused on dispute, on brokenness in a justice system gone way way south, centres on what is important, centres on what sustains us.

"Sing to the Lord a new song,

for he has done marvelous things,

His right hand and His holy arm

have worked salvation for Him."

Psalm 98:1

"Shout for joy to the Lord, al lthe eart,

burst into jubilant song with music;

make music to the Lord with the harp,

with the harp and the sound of singing,

with trumpets and the blast of the ram's horn--

shout for joy before the Lord , the King."

Psalm 98: 4-6

For each it may be different...may dive into Buddhism, Judeism, Christianity...whatever your flavour, may you find joy, may you find sustenance in all that you see, hear and feel, surrounded with beauty of creation; of seas that roll with majesty, of mountain passes that give pause to feet and mind, of rivers and lakes teeming with life and beauty beyond compare...it is all around us my friends; in the child held in your arms, grasping your thumb and cooing in love, safely ensconced within arms of such love...it's in the smile of the elderly man you pick lumber up from, so happy to see you he opens arms of love and acceptance as he gathers you close...oh, these things sustain, they uphold no matter what life dishes out for breakfast, lunch and dinner...it is here we find our place in the world.

May your particular food, special to your soul, unique to your personality and character flood your heart, mind and spirit until you no longer feel the ground beneath your feet.

May God gather you close in His arms to shelter you from the storms that rage, from the barbs of whatever enemy happens to be seeking your demise, seeking to steal your joy de vivre.

May you find your way, your own path of grace in this world.

God bless you this day most especially with all grace, all comfort, all love beyond compare.