Tuesday, August 23, 2005

"If you want me to"

Saturday evenings at Boordy Vineyard must be one of the most relaxing and romantic ways to spend an evening. The cares of the day were set aside. Worries for tomorrow were briefly forgotten. A live band played Salsa music in the background. Couples danced the night away. Friends surrounded our blankets. Picnic baskets were full of food. Little children giggled and ran around the grassy hill. Little children danced the night away, too. This evening was different from others. Children seemed to be the theme of the evening-on the dance floor. In their parents' arms. On their parents' shoulders. In a snuggly on their mother's chests. Yet to be born, still in their mothers' wombs. Children were everywhere last Saturday. Safe within their father's grip. Firmly secure in their mother's love. It made the evening that much more enjoyable.

After many wonderful (and silly) dances, Miguel and I drove home. I never expected the past to come rushing back to me as we traveled the familiar route home. A dearly loved song played over the radio; faces, friendships and emotions of the past quickly filled my mind, replacing the carefree feelings of the previous three hours. The following lyrics took me back to a time and place, not so long ago. My dear friend Charlotte had just learned that her battle with cancer was far from over, yet she embraced me as I cried over the daily trials I was walking through. She
stroked my hair and sung to me, as we listened to this song of truth and hope by Ginny Owens.

I warned Miguel that as the song continued to play, I would surely begin to cry. And cry I did. I cried for the loss of a dear friend. I cried for the fact the words of the song still ring so true. I cried because sometimes the road I walk is not the way I would've chosen. I cried because the ever present valleys in life are definitely not easy. I cried because of the goodness and mercy of my Savior to walk each step of this road with me.


The pathway is broken and the signs are unclear
And I don't know the reason why You brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I'm gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to

Cause I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise
You're not through with me yet
So if all of these trials
Bring me closer to You
Then I will go through fire if You want me to


It may not be the way I would have chosen
when You lead me through a world that's not my home
but You never said it would be easy
You only said I'd never go alone


so when the whole world turns against me
and I'm all by myself
and I can't hear You answer my cries for help
I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the valley
If You want me to.



6 comments:

Zoanna said...

Thanks for sharing, Lib. Charlotte was a precious woman. I remember being with her in a small group session at the Ladies retreat just about an hour before she got worse news on the phone. I also remember her joy and cheerfulness in the midst of suffering.

Danielle said...

This is my favorite of your posts, Lib. This is a beautiful song too, it captures so much of what it means to walk our faith for God's glory. Enjoyed your description of Boordy too, which I've been to once. We planned to go about a month ago, but I ended up at the ER that night with my husband instead:)

Kristin said...

I remember you sending me these lyrics in an email a couple years ago and I had it hanging on my wall for a long time after that. Thank you for your persistent encouragement to each of us!

Laurie said...

I love this post. Thank you for writing it. I feel like I got a glimpse of some secret part of you.

I agree with Amanda, you are precious and it is a tremendous blessing to see God's work in your life (I have the privilege of seeing it from the day your mom and dad told our family you were on the way!)

CyndieO said...

Hi Libby,

Thanks for you message to me on my blog,sorry it took me so long to respond. We are having fun with Sacha thanks for lending her to us. She is a blessing from God and my girls (samantha 5 and Emma 2) are having fun with her. Know that she is in good hands with us. In Him, Cyndie

CyndieO said...

Libby,

I sent your message before i read your post. You made me cry thank you so much for sharing. Cyndie