Art In Me

Yeah, I ran out of random titles...for now.

And, yep. Jars of Clay is officially the best band ever in my book. But you knew that, right? It's just something about their songs, they really speak volumes to me. And the melodies are awesome. This ones an old one, but I've been listening to it a lot lately.

But the sad thing is my Ipod battery is dead. =( So no more Ipod till I can get a new battery. This bites.

"Art In Me" - Jars of Clay
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"

Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "See the art in me"

I don't know exactly what they were meaning from this song, but this is what I got from it. My life is like a sheet of music. Many times the notes seem sharp, flat, too low, too high, too short, too long...just...wrong. It seems like the song is going to turn out just a cacophony and be a disaster. But God takes these seemingly out of place notes and creates a more beautiful symphony that I could EVER imagine out of it. The song is so much MORE beautiful because of those notes that seem wrong, harsh, bad. I get frustrated with God for letting these wrong notes come into my life, because how could they ever work?

Like I said, I don't know if this was anything like what they were trying to say. But thats what I got from it.

I just keep going back in my mind to last February, and that was my the worst time in my worst year. I thought I was going to die. I didn't see how lost I really was. I was sure that my life had been a waste and nothing was right. But now I look at it, because of that time, my life just seems so much more beautiful and meaningful.

2 Corinthians 12:9 says, "He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore I will rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest on me."

It also says that we won't be given more than we can handle. I really thought I could not handle things last year, but God got me through it, and it just makes his glory even greater and more magnificent to me because he could pull me from my lowest low to where I am now.

As Steven Curtis Chapman would say:

This is my declaration of dependence
This is my declaration of my need
This is my declaration of dependence
On the one who gave His life to me