There was a time when I woke up to a song every morning, a bit of sweetness beginning the day. During the dry time over the winter it stopped completely, or I couldn’t hear it. The songs have been popping up now and again over the last few weeks. This morning the refrain to Revelation Song,
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing praise to the King of kings
You are my everything and I will adore You”
I’d love for the hearing to mean that I’m open to listening to the Lord, or that I’m beginning my day worshiping him. This hearing of the song is so sweet, setting the smile in my heart, which then follows directly to my face.
This week we celebrated Independence Day the reasons, while important, won’t be covered here, in this moment. The people coming here wanted the freedom to worship God in whatever way seemed most appropriate to them. I will always be grateful for this freedom which calls to respect those who choose another way of worshiping God, even not worshiping God. God gives us that choice as well, we get to pick.
This freedom bleeds over into our daily lives. We get to pick our careers, the color and brand of the car we drive, our style of quilt making. Choosing our style of quilt making happens over time as we learn about the different styles of fabric, the different ways of using color, the different styles of quilt making. We get to pick. This ability to pick means that we can pick several styles, we can choose more than one. This is a little Theresian – “I choose all!” And in a manner of speaking I do.
I applique – by fusing
I quilt – by machine
I piece – following patterns, and not
I buy fabric – some because I like it, some because I’m going to use it
I use thread – mostly to stand out, but sometimes to blend in
We get to pick.
We’re Independent like that. And that independence connects us.
Holy! Holy! Holy!