‘A Song from My Youth’

This is a short journal I did last year on a day of recollection. It is unaltered. It’s just a capture of how I was feeling that day. I like to look back on it when I am in times of darkness. It was a windy day.

God plays with me in the wind; moving me, driving me, with hands carrying memories from before my birth

The hands that dance with the trees, and make waves in the oceans of grass, now blows on the strands of my hair

He plucks the strings of my being, making my life song to harmonize with the music of His orchestra, pulling me deeper into the melody as I am tossed about with the breaths and sighs of his love.

These tangible reminders of glory bring me deeper into love with His beauty, and as I hear this song, I begin to remember. Remember what? a song from my youth? None that I can recall. It seems a deeper melody, from beyond time, that I have only heard most clearly during the silence of my greatest joys and deepest sorrows. Do I know it? No, not in my own right, but I feel as though it has always been playing, always moving. Never repeating, but always with me.

Is God a music you remember? seeing the theme only in hindsight? He is like the music that moves me, then goes off on a tangent so I am sure things are lost. But them comes the melody again, and No!, it was Him all along, How did I ever believe otherwise?

What is this song that I hear, more clearly now than when I first heard it? This song is the Spirit, which created the movements of my life, soaring and plummeting, as it moves the fragile leaves in the autumn, or how in the beginning it formed the mountains and the valleys. This Spirit is the song.

Reading this again, the feelings come back to me. Maybe you feel them too.

God Bless. Andrew.

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