the ponderings of a mother

These are the ponderings of a mother in love with her children, both in my arms and in the grave. Some of these ponderings are quite emotional, some are funny, others contemplative and spiritual. All are sincere. May these writings bless you in many ways and bring you closer to the one, true God and Redeemer of all things.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

"Beautiful Things"

This is the title of the song Jonan and I begin worship with every morning.  It is a wonderful song, it was sang for the first time at church this past Sunday…divinely inspired I might say. I will place a link to it below, but before you listen to it, I want to quickly share what it means to me (Jeff is actually playing it on his guitar right now, how sweet is that? He does not know I am sitting here writing about this exact song).
As you listen to it you may easily understand why most of this song rivets me right now. But I the part I want to point out is when the song slows down a bit about 3/4th  of the ways through, a vulnerable- sounding woman’s voice sings these words “you make me new, you are making me new”.  Though the rest of the song is sang from my heart to God, each time I sing this line I feel like I am singing for Jonan. He is a strong boy, but he is voiceless and vulnerable in this world, and I love being his voice.  I picture Jonan looking into God’s face and singing these words, knowing that he will be made new in heaven, and alive in a way we on earth still long to experience.  At the end of the song they sing these particular words again, and they clap during this part with a fun rhythmic manner.  I love that they clap.  Our boy Jonan, we know has only one arm and heaven will be the first place he could actually clap.   Beautiful things. So, if you have time listen to this song here is the link and the lyrics below. “Beautiful Things” by Gungor.

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll even find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
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  1. BethanyJanuary 23, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    Kimberly, I am deeply moved by your continuing story- Jeff and your posture towards God is just like Mary's: "Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word." Luke 1:38 Since I heard your news, I have been praying and holding you in my heart. Would love to get together sometime. Much love, Bethany

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