Thursday, February 7, 2013

Thursday's Thoughts

I keep hearing the Pink song "Try" everywhere I go. I'm sitting in YoFresh cafe (a gem of a place in this little town of Lebanon) and it's playing right now. It was playing last time I was here too. But mostly, I hear it at the gym and every time--and I mean EVERY time--I have to fight the urge to sing to it at the top of my lungs.

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame

Where there is a flame

Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns

Doesn't mean you're gonna die

You've gotta get up and try try try
Gotta get up and try try try
You gotta get up and try try try


I have this vision of this song beginning to play as I begin to belt it out from my elliptical machine. Everyone pauses mid-workout, a little unsure of the situation, not sure whether to scoff or to look away or to simply stare... that is... until a few of them choose option d: to join in the music. Soon everyone is sharing in the moment, the power of the lyrics shaking us all to the core as we are leaping and dancing around the gym. Even the regular gym girls with their perfect gym clothes and abs to go with them are letting loose. Someone is definitely swinging from the ceiling fan.

All fantasies aside, this song feels like an anthem for me. There has been a sort of pummeling that has taken place over the last however many years for me. Some may call it threshing, some might call it beating. Hinds Feet on High Places has a beautiful picture of stones being cast into a fire and coming out more brilliant than ever. But we're not talking about Rihanna here... anyway... I digress.

It is a difficult thing to know in the sifting process what needs to be let go of and what needs to be allowed to grow, and it is even more difficult to actually do the letting go and the growing of that good thing. I'm certainly no expert. But we're not done yet. We're burned, but not dead (hard pressed but not crushed, persecuted but not abandoned... anyone?). Let hope, let Life, let Truth live.