This Peace

You know, I typed this post once, and since it disappeared this long post will be even longer

Sara Groves is one of my favorite artists because she can say so much in so few words, and she seems to understand people's feelings toward certain situations

Maybe There's a Loving God ~ Sara Groves

I'm trying to work things out
I'm trying to comprehend
Am I the chance result
Of some great accident
I hear a rhythm call me
The echo of a grand design
I spend each night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars in the sky

I have another meeting today
With my new counselor
My mom will cry and say
I don't know what to do with her
She's so unresponsive
I just cannot break through
She spends all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moon

They have a chart and a graph
Of my despondency
They want to chart a path
For self-recovery
They want to know what I'm thinking
What motivates my mood
To spend all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moon

Maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
Maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving God

Maybe I was made this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

Maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
Maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving God

Maybe I was mad this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

And that may be a foolish thought
Or maybe there is a God
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God

How can anyone see the glory of the stars and not see that Christ is Lord? I love to watch the stars, and everything I do I feel so humbled, awed that God is interested in my life, small, and insignificant, but exited by the fact. I don't think that I will ever understand anyone who looks up there and feels small (they don't know Christ so do they feel lonely) and doesn't want to seek answers about life, and why we're here. I guess I will always wonder.

Remember Surrender ~ Sara Groves
Remember surrender
Remember the rest
Remember that weight lifting off of your chest
And realizing that it's not up to you and it never was

Remember surrender
Remember relief
Remember how tears rolled down both of your cheeks
As the warmth of a heavenly father came closing in

I want to do that again
Why can't I live there
And make my home
In sweet surrender
I want to do so much more than remember

Remember surrender
Remember peace
Remember how soundly you fell fast asleep
In the face of your troubles your future
still shone like the morning sun

Remember surrender
Remember that sound
Of all of those voices dying down
But one who speaks clearly of helping
and healing you deep within

I want to do that again
Why can't I live there
And make my home
In sweet surrender
I want to do so much more than remember
Remember
Oh surrender

Why can't we always feel that closeness to God that we do on those retreats, or camps? Somewhere in between our conviction and the trip home old habits return. That deceptive sleepiness that causes us to skip the devotions, that annoying brother that makes us slip up on that gentle spirit we think about. If only we could draw up that helpless, dependent feeling when we're upset. All of our troubles are unimportant, if only life were constantly like that.
Last one, maybe. . .

This Peace ~ Sara Groves
So many words to say, but I'm opting for silence
So many days to live
I thinking I'm sitting this one out
Cause something I've been chasing finally stop to let me catch it
Something I've been longing for and dreaming about

It's a whisper in my ear
It's a shiver up my spine
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
This peace

It's something so elusive
Something close but far away
It's the home that I can't live in yet somewhere in outer space
And sometimes I barely miss it when I walk into the room
The curtains are still swaying and I feel the air move

And it whispers in my ear and it shivers up my spine
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
This peace

No time to grab a camera
No time to write it down
Just time enough to breathe it in
And linger

It's a whisper in my ear
It's a shiver up my spine
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
This peace
This peace

Lately, I've caught myself reading a Christian fiction book, grabbing my Bible when I see it by my bed. Christ has suddenly given me a hunger to know. I don't know why, or what I'm looking for maybe simply to know him more and closer, but I feel restless. At the same time I feel at peace, I'm finally really having devotions every day and stopping to pray when life's hard. Especially today in SS when PW was asking us who would be a pastor in ten, twelve, or twenty years. Who will be a missionary, a pastor's wife, or a camp counselor? I wonder where we will all end up. Life as an American teenager doesn't exactly encourage living in a distant country or accepting a smaller income to lead kids to Christ. For now; however, I'm at peace with the fact that Christ will lead me to have the best life imaginable.

You can here samples @ this website, simply :
Click on the music link
Click on the "All Right Here" album cover (bottom)
Click on song title
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