Thursday, September 1, 2011

How Much More Important in the Father’s Eyes Are We

Ugh.  Dealing with a situation today that reminds me I've been called to do something different.  To whom much is given, much is required.  Theme song of the day … “Things Like You” by Sanctus Real.  I listened to it repeatedly during my workout.  I’m listening to it repeatedly right now.

Spoiler alert:  It’s gonna be a Sanctus Real fest today.  If you are not aware of this band, you need to go correct that right now.  I have tickets to see them in November, and you should join me. 

So yeah, the song “Forgiven”.  It was in heavy rotation on the radio for a while, before the CD was released.  Could I have downloaded the single on iTunes?  Sure, but I normally rely on the teenagers in my house for such things.  Anyway, once I had the whole CD on my iPod, I was able to listen to the song forty-two times in a row while driving down I-70, which finally allowed me to get through the bridge without crying.  The musical bridge, that is.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.  When we last talked, my glamorous (?) position in Corporate America had just been eliminated.  A few days or a couple weeks – I don’t remember exactly – into The Severance Period I had this very vivid dream.  In real life it was early Sunday morning, and I had to drag myself out of bed for an 8am sound check.  My bandmates can attest to the fact that 8am Sunday and I don’t get along very well.  So I was already in a bit of a fog. 

The dream was pretty simple.  I had gone to Columbus to have lunch with a friend.  I don’t know who it was, I don’t know what I ate, I don’t know what restaurant it was.  What I do remember is walking into a parking garage to return to my car.  I was parked on a level that was about halfway below ground – you could see to street level, and there was a meter maid standing there on the ledge.  Why a meter maid in a parking garage?  I don’t know.  I approached the car and it was – as is typical in dreams – my car but not my car.  I looked inside and the back seat was folded down, like in my SUV.  I panicked because I didn’t see my purse in the car.  Apparently I hadn’t taken the purse with me into the restaurant.  The meter maid came up to me and said, “Oh, it’s down here, I hid it for you,” and proceeded to show me my purse tucked under the back seat.  I was relieved.  I hugged her and said, “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

OK, kids, I’m going to channel Joseph here, no Technicolor dreamcoat required.  The interpretation:  God is going to take care of my finances.  Period.  End of story. 

Back to real life on that same Sunday morning.  I’m driving … perhaps at high speed on the back roads ‘cause I’m late … to church for that early sound check.  I’m listening to the radio because I didn’t have time to waste on fishing the iPod out of my purse.  Sometimes the local radio station doesn’t rock it out enough for my personal taste, but it’s still good music.  And on this particular day, the perfect song comes on.  “Whatever You’re Doing (Something Heavenly)” by, yes, Sanctus Real.  I’ve included all the lyrics below.  No comment about having to try to preserve my eye makeup.

It's time for healing time to move on 
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time to make right what has been wrong 
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me 
All I can do is surrender

Whatever you're doing inside of me 
It feels like chaos somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Revaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender...


Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

Whatever you're doing inside of me 
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me 
Larger than life something heavenly

Whatever you're doing inside of me 
It feels like chaos but now I can see 
This is something bigger than me 
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly

It's time to face up
Clean this old house 
Time to breathe in and let everything out

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