Anybody remember Sunday Song? I used to post it every week or two, but I haven’t done one in quite some time. Last Sunday we sang this song in Kid’s Worship, though, and it’s stayed with me. Partly because I sang this song when I was still in Kid’s Worship, so I’ve known it for quite some time, but also because the words are pretty powerful.
You know how when you’ve heard a song enough you just sing along without thinking about what you’re saying? Well that gets really dangerous when you’re singing to God. Read the song lyrics below – you’ll understand.
Sunday Song info:
This is my attempt to post regularly every Sunday about a song I love (ha!). The key word is attempt.
I post the lyrics and then post them again (because I’m redundant-which you already know, if you frequently visit here)…but the second time I include my thoughts. There’s also a video of the song that you can play while reading the post.
Counting On God by Desperation Band
I’m in a fight not physical
And I’m in a war
But not with this world
You are the light that’s beautiful
And I want more
I want all that’s Yours
Joy unspeakable that won’t go away
And just enough strength
To live for today
So I never have to worry
What tomorrow will bring
‘Cause my faith is on solid rock
I am counting on God
I am counting on
I am counting on God
The miracle of Christ in me
Is the mystery that sets me free
I’m nothing like I used to be
Open up your eyes you’ll see
I’m in a fight not physical
And I’m in a war
But not with this world
You are the light that’s beautiful
And I want more
I want all that’s Yours
Doesn’t it feel like we’re always fighting? Just as soon as you win -or lose- a fight…another one just pops up. Another “opportunity” to win. Whether it be the fight with your spouse that never brings about a change in your marriage, the fights happening between your children over who gets to choose what show on TV to watch, or the fight between you and the laundry piling up waiting to be washed, dried, or put away…there’s always another fight, isn’t there? For me it’s most often between me, myself, and I. I fight inwardly over whether I should do something or not. Whether I have time to read a few more blog posts or if I should just stop and do some homework. I’m sure you can guess what typically wins. ;)
Sometimes fights go deeper, though. Because every day that I wake up, every moment that I’m alive and breathing, I’m in a fight. If you’re a Christian and you don’t know this already, then let me tell you: you’re fighting right now. Whether it’s with a family member, friends, or housework, you’re always going to be in a fight. That’s because we must constantly fight the world. Not the people of the world, but the world itself. They’re two incredibly separate things. The world will pull us away from God and what He wants for us. And the toughest part is that it rarely seems like a fight. It’s enticing, is it not? To go to a party, to go see a movie that everyone is raving about, to sing along instead of changing the radio station, or to watch the popular TV show. I think those things tempt you, but I know for certain that they can be tempting to me. Because they sound fun. They sound normal. Most of all, they sound okay. Harmless.
But they aren’t. Not when we’re fighting against the world. Not when the words from songs, or movies, or TV become stuck in your head. Not when you’re sleeping around or getting drunk on the weekends. Fight. Stand up and fight.
Joy unspeakable that won’t go away
And just enough strength
To live for today
So I never have to worry
What tomorrow will bring
‘Cause my faith is on solid rock
I am counting on God
I am counting on
I am counting on God
I’ve known that joy and there is nothing like it. I recently did multiple posts on 100 Joys that I have. Joy isn’t something to be taken lightly because it can turn your world around when you have it. I’ve also experienced having just enough strength to live for today. That’s how I felt for a very long time after friendships ended a year and a half ago. When I no longer had my four closest friends, I felt alone. I was lonely and upset; I was on my own. I had strength to get through the day, and nothing else. No strength for the following day, just the day I was facing. The strength for tomorrow would have to come tomorrow.
Same with when I had brain surgery. I had to take it one day at a time. I couldn’t run ahead of myself and think out all the possibilities. I would have been exhausted if I had done that. I had strength for each day, and nothing more. I had to rely on Him to provide strength the next day, and the next, and so on.
When you live that way, everything seems easier. But do you notice that when you’re relying only for your daily strength, your daily manna (Exodus 16), you’re typically facing something so big that you can’t do it on your own? That’s how it’s been in my life at least. When something so terrible that I can’t do anything to help the outcome happens, I rely fully on Him. I rely on His strength for each day. But I never seem to do this when things are going well.
I rely on myself.
On my own strength. On my own know-how and you-can-do-it attitude.
I don’t think it’s supposed to be this way. Because when we’re truly counting solely on God, when all is placed in His hands, when we give Him sovereign control of our lives (which He already has), we no longer have a single reason to worry.
Worry fades from view. There’s nothing to examine for problems. Nothing to prod back and forth looking for fear or worry. It’s just gone. And in its place?
Peace.
The miracle of Christ in me
Is the mystery that sets me free
I’m nothing like I used to be
Open up your eyes you’ll see
I have such a long way to go. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no where near perfect. I know that comes as such a shock. Ha. Ha. I kid. Big time.
Because I’m sure you all can see clearly that I have a lot of work left. So much to fix and mend and heal. But God is in the fixing, mending, and healing department, and so I know change will come. I’ve come so far, really I have. I’m nothing like I used to be. If you had known me two years ago, you would have known one of the happiest girls in the world. Yes, I had my little problems and stuff, but I was so blesssed and happy.
But if you had known me one and a half years ago, you would have known a distraught, lost, lonely, frustrated, broken, and aching girl. You would have known the girl that cried basically every day for months. The girl who couldn’t hold her world together, much less herself together. You would have met and known the girl that came to the place where she gave up on love. Not on Love, but on love. There is a difference, and trust me, I know it now. Because the girl from 18 months ago knew what it felt to have no love left from anyone, but to have so much love to give.
Then that girl grew up and learned a few more things about this world. She may not believe in love, or ever finding it, but she will never stop believing in Love. She smiles now and she laughs. She rarely cries, and she can hold her head high.
I have so far to go, but I’m nothing like I used to be.
