There are those moments when I want to chase after my dream of performing vocally, buy a mandolin & join a band. They are fleeting, meaning they only last a couple days. But, I miss singing with other musicians. I miss finding my voice. My voice singing that perfect song lifting the melody up like a free flying bird in the blue sky. Or my voice slowly melting like butter against the tongue as it accentuates the melody with it’s dear old friend called harmony. It’s no wonder we chose the name Cadence for our youngest as she kicked twice as hard when I sang with the bass. It’s seeped in our veins. Every person, whether musician, vocalist, longs to find their voice.
Do you ever feel like your looking for your voice in all the wrong places? It’s easy to do in our day of instant messaging & communication. We forget how to find our original voice as it gets lost & muffled among so many others. I have found myself searching for my voice; whether it be in the musical sense or life sense. I wrote about something similar about comparison & living life looking through rose colored glasses. And although I’ve written about it before, I’m reminded time & again how vital it is as a person to find the voice I was given and embrace it.
But like the beauty of life, seasons change the elements. In this season of Advent & Christmas, I have purposed to not put any expectations of busyness on me or my family; while, I have purposed to say yes to rest & togetherness. Today I was encouraged & reminded of just this…resting in the mercies I’ve been given. Resting in the peaceful baby King born in a lonely stable. Resting in knowing I do not need to fill my week with buying more presents, baking new cookies, writing a Christmas letter, or staying stagnant in hopelessness. I’m filled with awe & wonder that this baby King has given me a voice of hope to sing.
And that’s why I haven’t been here lately. I’ve been resting from any expectation to blog, to do what I feel someone else expects of me, but to listen. This is critical in being hospitable, which the false hospitality world would make you think is anything but that. In order to love, make room for the stranger/guest, we need to listen to find our voice amidst all the other voices. We might need to take a backseat and say no. We need to be more like Mary who took the time to sit at Jesus’ feet and listen. We might need to neglect the duties, the expectations of tending or organizing all of life. I would love to hear where you are finding your voice these days? Where are you finding your voice being muted? Where are you finding it come to life?
Have a restful week and embrace the hope!
Coming Up This Week: Apricot Rosemary Bars…gluten-free, refined sugar-free and you wouldn’t even know it! Get ready by having the ingredients:
- blanched almond flour
- raw honey
- coconut oil
- California dried apricots
- fresh rosemary