A God of Second Chances

I wrote the lyrics to a Song of Thanksgiving at a time when I was facing serious issues. I struggle with issues stemming from autoimmune disease. In addition I have other medical issues that has not been medically treated. It is like these issues has stolen apart of me and rob me of finding joy and contentment in things that should be celebrated.  I feel my illness has held me back from being my best self.

I have pretty terrific children and I do for them in order that they are physical cared for but I feel that most of the time my tiredness does not exclude joy, or love.

As a young woman I chose to live according to biblical principles and to have faith and to trust God blindly. However, based on the action of some, I felt unloved and rejected by God. I wasn't truly thankful for feeling unfulfilled and pushed aside, but in this song, I wrote that God was a God of second chances.

After the musician created the music and produced the song, in my heart I felt that the lyric to this song was the very best I've ever written. It may not heal me, or give me rest, but if  it ministers to someone else, then that's purpose. To live a life or to do to uplifts others was worth doing.

Listen to "A Song of Thanksgiving" Here

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