Roar {and the beautiful music we might make together}
I hear the roar of truth lovers, those who love to proclaim and hold fast to the hard realities, when I would rather dwell in the safety of mystery, and I recognize that in the purest form, these truth dwellers roar out of a deep commitment to something greater than themselves.
And I hear too, out here in this wild wilderness, the roar of the grace givers, crying out for the sick, they themselves experiencing, even, now, the deep works of healing binding up the broken places in their sin-sick hearts.
And these roars, they need to be heard, but without the wisdom of humility, of grace that requires the kind of unconditional love that we simply are not capable of mustering up or putting on, they create chaos. The roars that could create melodies – beautiful harmonies and chords that speak to deepest part of our broken lives – they sometimes loose sight of the music maker, who orchestrates silence and establishes rhythms. And we all have a voice, and we all need silence, and I hear beautiful music emerging out of this cacophony.
Oh, give me ears to hear, wisdom to roar and embrace stillness in turn.
Linking up {a day late} with Lisa-Jo and so many more over at Five Minute Friday, where we just write for just five minutes. A lazy Saturday, all piled on the couch, scrolling through old pictures on the computer, found these images of once wild beasts from a little adventure last summer. Perfect for this week’s prompt: ROAR. Join us?