She Used To Be Mine

My friend, Gina, sent me the link to Sara Bareilles’ song below.  It is such a beautiful representation of (and expresses better than I ever could myself) the feelings I’ve battled for so long … the sense of being broken, lonely most of the time, not recognizing who I’ve become, longing (in part) for who I used to be, and the desire to give it all back for a chance to start over and rewrite the ending for the girl I used to be.

Life is messy, isn’t it.  It doesn’t always (in fact, rarely does) go the way we’d hoped.  The good news is, there is always something to be learned along the way; and where you are now doesn’t mean that’s where you have to stay.

Past is a LessonI had such awesome plans and high hopes when I graduated from high school.  I intended to join the Foreign Service, travel the world, and become a foreign diplomat.  My life now in no way resembles that previously imagined life, but I’ve learned a lot along the way.

For starters, I’ve learned that it’s not always WHAT you know so much as WHO you know.  It’s not so much a matter of how many”book smarts” you have as it is how well have you developed your people skills?  (I know some people who are incredibly intelligent but do not have an ounce of common sense or know the first thing about getting along with others.)  I’ve learned that life isn’t about acquiring things or making more money; it’s about making a difference in the lives of those around you.  It’s about contributing to society and making the world a better place.

God has given me a chance to go back and rewrite my ending for the young girl I used to be.  I hope I’ve learned enough along the way to make better choices from this point going forward, and  I hope He continues to bring people into my life who will challenge me to grow in ways I never thought possible.

19157-Move-ForwardYes, life can be hard at times and not go at all the way we had initially planned; but it can be a wonderful life if we take the focus off of our circumstances and past mistakes and put it instead on reigniting the fire that used to burn in our hearts when hopes and dreams and wishes and moonbeams shined in our eyes for all to see.  There’s a beautiful life filled with possibilities out there waiting for you.  Go capture it!  I’ll be cheering for you …

Lori Lynn

Dancing In His Arms …

I am not a good dancer; so when I knew I’d have to dance at my wedding, I was extremely nervous.  I have no recollection of dancing with my husband, but I do distinctly remember dancing with two of my uncles.  (My grandmother loved to dance, and it was she who taught my uncles how to dance.  She would put on waltz music and teach her boys smooth moves in the kitchen after the evening meal.)  When I was dancing with them, I didn’t need to worry about my inability; they wrapped me firmly in their arms, guided me across the dance floor, and allowed me to relax and enjoy myself.  It was a pleasure (and an honor) dancing with each of them.

Today, two of the devotions I read pertained to dancing and singing and praising God. One of them encouraged me to put on my dancing shoes, allow the LORD to play a song for my soul, and feel myself move to the beat of His heart.*  I imagined myself in the arms of God, feeling the same sense of security I felt in my uncles’ arms while dancing at my wedding … safe, warm, and loved.  The second devotion confirmed that feeling:

As you relax in My everlasting arms, sense how safe and secure you are.**

Jack Vettriano

Jack Vettriano

My quiet time with the LORD got me thinking … I want to spend more time dancing.  I want to spend more time wrapped in the everlasting arms of my heavenly Father, forgetting my inabilities (my insecurities, whatever I lack), relaxing in His strength, allowing Him to guide me along this dance floor of life.  I want to be in His will, hearing His song, moving to the beat of His heart.  I can’t think of a more comfortable place to be.

Start the music, Abba, and sweep me off my feet!

Lacing up my dancing shoes,
Lori Lynn

* Shepherd, S. R. (2008). Dance With Me, His Princess Bride: Love Letters from Your Prince, p. 19. Grand Rapids, MI: Revell.

** Young, S. (2009). WorshipJesus Lives, p. 14. Nashville: Thomas Nelson.