The Present Part II

Two weeks ago, I posted “The Present” on my blog. I promised to give you part two this week. If you didn’t read my last post, please read it before reading this. It will make much more sense to you if you do. Thanks for waiting. Hope you enjoy it.

“Here, let me take all of this for you,” God offered, scooping the music and lyrics out of my hands and putting them back into the box. “You don’t want to lose this song. You may need to pull it out of the box later for a special occasion.” The tiny bits of paper were sticking to his hands like they had static electricity in them. He had to peel off more than a few clingy notes left on his fingers.

“So, you have questions? Let me hear them,” he prompted.

“Ok…so what you are telling me is that YOU are music and YOU write all the songs?” I ventured out a little bit further. “Even the wild and crazy stuff?” I thought about how a lot of people would be shocked if they knew about that.

“Uh huh. I write it all. All different kinds of styles…just like languages…well, it is a language. It’s one way I communicate with people even though most of them don’t realize it.”

“But how does it happen? I thought that PEOPLE write music…” My voice trailed off as my mind made room for an epiphany.

“And they do! Don’t get me wrong! When someone opens themselves to creativity, I take over and most of the time they are totally unaware. They get the ideas and subject matter all from me.”

“But how?”

“When a writer sits down to write a song, I don’t care who it is…a portal from heaven opens directly above them and I just inspire them to write exactly what I want to convey to the world. They usually think that they are writing a love song about someone or a situation they have been through – and it is, but it’s also me singing a love song to the world, to the church, or to a specific group of people that needs encouragement. Sometimes it’s a heart-felt song that becomes a prayer that the world is singing to me. It can be about anything, really. It’s one of my ways of communicating. It’s a language from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven…’It’s from me. It’s for you. It’s from you. It’s for me.'”

My heart shot a message to my brain and told me that it was true. I felt that I was being “let in” on a huge secret and that I was about to be educated in a way that only a hand full of musical scholars had been educated. The great creator of the heavens and the earth, and all that they contained, was about to explain a hidden truth to me. I was about to be taken “behind the curtain” of written music and lyrics to discover what happens that makes us love and relate to music so much.

I pictured a writer sitting down at a table, head leaning back, staring up at a blank ceiling while waiting for “inspiration” to pay him a visit. I then saw through the ceiling, up through the roof and then up into the heavens. All of a sudden, I saw a light come down from the sky, as if heaven had pulled back a dark curtain and opened a small window. The light poured down into the sky, onto the writer’s house, cutting its way through the roof and down into the ceiling, illuminating the writer in a golden pool of words and musical notes. It was as if the music box had spilled out from heaven and rained down a song over the willing writer. The writer, bathed in the swathe of creative light, all of a sudden, picked up a pencil and began to write, relief spreading across his face as the words tumbled onto the lined notebook paper. His writing session would be productive, after all, because “inspiration,” that illusive muse, had chosen him, out of every other songwriter creating at that moment, to write the one song that needed to be shared.

I gasped. “You just did it, didn’t you?”

“Did what?” God asked.

“Made a portal or opened a window from heaven over ME…because I just saw it in a vision. You showed me what it would look like if I could actually ‘see’ inspiration or creativity come down from heaven and touch someone.”

God smiled. “You’re quick. The vision just came to you in a flash, didn’t it? That’s how it is for any artist – songwriter, painter, dancer, poet, novelist, designer…It doesn’t matter. I give the natural talent and send inspiration to make it come alive, conveying my thoughts through them to the world.”

Wow! I had to have an example, a case study to make sure I was getting it right. “Can you give me an example of a song you wrote that I would know? So that I can understand this better? Like…what’s the saddest song you’ve ever written?”

Without missing a beat, he answered, “For YOUR generation and particular culture? ‘You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucille’”.

“Really? Why that one? What sets that one apart? There are so many sad songs.” For just a second I wondered if I was making up this entire conversation with God. Was I imagining some kind of supernatural “present” from God because I wanted one so badly? My spirit must have heard my questions because immediately it said, “No! You could never make up anything this fantastic! Listen. God’s telling you something he wants you to know.” I paid strict attention and hung onto his every word.

“It’s sad on several levels,” he began. “First, notice it’s a song about someone named Lucille. That’s your first clue. Lucille means ‘light bearer’. Always look at the names in a song. It gives a huge clue to the deeper meaning. On the surface level, a man’s wife, Lucille, has left him. The one who always brought light into his life is gone.

‘You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.
With four hungry children and a crop in the field.
I’ve had some bad times, lived through some sad times
This time the hurtin’ won’t heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.’

‘Light’ left him at a crucial time. He’s busy with his crops and can’t take care of his children while he’s in the fields. Naturally, he’s hurt. The absence of her light leaves him in dark despair.

“Now, let’s take the song to a deeper level. Let’s say, that there are those who consider themselves in a relationship with me. They believe that I’ve let them down for some reason or another or that I’ve promised them dreams that never came true. They get tired of holding on to their dreams and they leave me, their children, destiny and purpose, and the crop in the field; their ability to change the world around them. They leave me and everything I have to offer them before the crops are even harvested.

‘When the drinks finally hit her
She said, ‘I’m no quitter.’
But I finally quit living on dreams.
I’m hungry for laughter
Here ever after
I’m after whatever the other life brings.’

Can you imagine the overall effect of all the disillusioned ‘light’ in this world, leaving me and seeking elsewhere for comfort and personal satisfaction? These disappointed ‘Lucilles’ were intended to be light bearers but instead they put out their fire, the inner light that I put in them. It’s been heartbreaking to me. If only they could have held on a little longer, they could have had everything I promised them.”

I felt his pain hit my heart and I wanted to weep…for God and for the people disillusioned with him because of their own impatience with their struggles. It WAS a sad song indeed! I wanted to go and find all the ‘Lucilles’ in the world and tell them to hold on a bit longer, that they would get every promise God had put in their hearts. I would tell them never to give up. I thought of other songs; some old and some more recent; “Candle in the Wind,” sung by Elton John, “Light the Fire Within,” by LeAnn Rimes, “Light My Fire,” by The Doors…there were countless songs about the subject. My mind was racing with the discovery.

“Believe it or not,” God was not through with his line of thought, “there is another level of meaning to this song, if you want to go there. I had a ‘Lucille,’ too. I created him before I even created man. He WAS music, created out of things that made musical sounds and things you have never even heard of. He was the most beautiful creature I ever made. His name was ‘Lucifer,’ which also, means light bearer.”

“What happened to him?” I thought that this story seemed vaguely familiar. “Isn’t he on the earth now?”

“He IS on the earth now. But he was once with me, leading the choir of heaven, writing all the music. You would be blown away if you could have seen that. It was spectacular! We had all sorts of plans and things to do but he wanted to be me. He wanted all the power. He even organized a protest in heaven and a third of the angels in heaven joined forces with him. I finally had to make them all leave. They fell to the earth and torture mankind now. At first, it angered me. I didn’t create him for that. He was my “Son of the Morning,” my Morning Star. Now, he’s so jealous of man because man can be redeemed and he can’t. He’s really jealous of musicians, by the way. They get to do what he did in heaven. He can’t stand them. But, I suppose you can see the communication coming down from heaven to earth. I know he must detest that song.”

I was shocked. I had never thought about God having “issues” with spiritual beings that I coudn’t see. I was astounded that music was a communicator between the forces of good and evil. I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re getting it, aren’t you?” God wanted to know. I nodded my head up and down. “But the important thing is that not only that you understand it, but that it causes an emotion – compassion, to well up inside of you and calls for action to help those who need it. The energy that the melody and lyrics sent out to the ‘world’, play on your emotional heartstrings and cause you to respond in a way that would help my Kingdom be established here on earth. That’s what it’s all about, anyway…establishing my Kingdom.”

I had to take a few moments to let this revelation sink into my spirit and my soul. The window of heaven must have still been shining down on me because I could actually see the white, bright light rise up to my reasoning mind so that God could saturate it a bit with more understanding. I saw it then move down to the fine, tiny bones and inner parts of my ear, where the mysteries of sound were taken in and digested as energy with communicating capabilities. The light lingered there for awhile, for it was necessary to give my ears the ability to interpret what they heard when music and lyrics had a message for someone. The light then flowed to my eyes and bathed them in the warm energy that would enable me to “see” a person or group of people that the song had been written for. Slipping down to my mouth, the light radiated a warmth that loosened my tongue, freeing up my ability to communicate the revelation of this musical language. Lastly, the light intensified and stopped at my heart, marinating it in a kind of empathy or compassion tear bath that would be activated when the song was interpreted for someone.

I stopped seeing where the light was going. It had stopped at my heart and left me with the instant knowledge of what my present really was. The exquisite heavenly music box was only part of the supernatural gift. God had taken the wrapping paper off to show me a heavenly musical language that was intended to speak on his behalf to people who needed to feel love again and become reacquainted with their purpose. It was a just another pleasant way he communicated with man. He was making it easy for us. The problem was, though, most people didn’t recognize the language on that level. They didn’t look for the higher meaning in the lyrics.

“So…I guess you’re giving me this music gift to help people with, huh?” By this time I was crying. I always cry when I feel God in such a real way. In a way, it’s always one of the signs that he is truly speaking to me about something important.

“Yes. That’s it,” he said. You will be able to look at someone and I will put a song in your mind about them and you will tell them about it. It may just be part of a lyric or phrase, but something that will blow them away just because they will know I’m thinking about them.”

“Do you have a song for me right now?” I asked. “What do you think of me?” It took only a second for the song to come to my mind…

“Unforgettable, that’s how you are
Unforgettable, near and far.
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before, has someone been more

Unforgettable, in every way
And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay
That’s why darling it’s incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable, too.”

I laid there in my bed, tears running down my face. He “had me” at Nat King Cole. I was almost embarrassed to have the God of the whole universe think so extravagantly and lovingly about me. Is this what “the gift” did to people; take God out of a box and show them that he does relate to them in a way that they could understand?

I thought about it a long time that night. Actually, I don’t think I got much sleep. I wanted to try this gift out; see if it worked. I got up and got dressed and decided to head to Wal Mart. It would be a great place to practice my “new present.”

I got a few things I needed and stood in the checkout line. There was a man standing in front of me. “Here goes nothing,” I thought. “OK, God. What about this man? Do you have a song for him?”

I didn’t have to wait. One came to mind instantly.

“This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by…”

This man was lonely and felt like he had missed the mark somewhere along life’s way! He felt like giving up! The band, America, had him pegged. I didn’t want to talk to him, though, I wasn’t quite ready for that, yet. I just wanted to see the gift work.

I walked to the car and saw a young woman holding a little boy’s hand in the parking lot. “What about her?” I asked God. “What’s her deal?”

“Do you know the way to San Jose
I’ve been away so long, I might
Go wrong and lose my way.
Do you know the way to San Jose
I’m going back to find some piece
Of mind in San Jose.”

“Oh,” I realized. “She wants to get out of here and leave. She feels no peace here.” Burt Bacharach had her number too.

I saw a man getting out of his car. “What about him, God? What’s going on with him?”

“I get knocked down, but I get up again
You’re never going to keep me down.”

“Chumbawamba? Now, God….that’s funny right there. I don’t care who you are…but I get it. He’s from the ‘school of hard knocks’ and he’s a tough guy.”

I began to see people through the words of songs. The same window that opened over the songwriter opened over me when I wanted “to see” into someone’s soul. Life was beginning to get real interesting!

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gina Cova
    Feb 02, 2012 @ 19:06:42

    This was so great and touched me so much. I realized that the whole time that I was lost and wandering the streets growing up that the song that I always heard was for me from God. On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to make a dream come true. Just like me they want to be close to you! God was letting me know that he wanted to be close to me and I just didn’t realize that it was from him. I cried the whole time I was reading the story. I remembered when you had spoke something about this one time at church and thought how cool it would be to be able to see a person’s song from God to them. You are so special and blessed. Thank you for sharing with everyone. I love you and thank God for bringing you and Bill into my life.

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    • themuseinme
      Feb 23, 2012 @ 14:20:29

      What a great song to claim as your own! I’m a bit jealous, you know! I’ve loved that song since what, 1971? Love you Gina. You’re a special lady!

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    • Selena
      Mar 02, 2012 @ 13:56:13

      God seems to reach through my foggy, and dark times through songs more than any other way. The song that reached through to me after my miscarriages was Matt Redmans’ ‘Blessed by your name’ – though it took me months to sing it without sobbing. Often I only mouthed the words as the tears flowed, because I couldn’t find my voice through the tears but my heart wanted to sing it. In our church, the worship leader didn’t know about this song or the dates of my losses and yet this whole last year he sang this on the Sunday nearest to each of my five babies birthdays into Heaven! What a God thing is that?!?!?!Another song that is special and full of promise at the moment is Casting Crowns ‘Voice of Truth’ and again someone seems to play it whenever I am feeling that the things we are trying to do and hoping for are impossible – you know, when I’m listening to the voice of the storm and the giant instead of the Voice of Truth? That song feels like God wrapping His arms around me and saying ‘There, there. I’m still here. You’re not alone. I promised it would be OK and it will. Just trust in ME. Just listen to MY voice and shut out those other voices. You CAN do this – with MY strength.’ Music is sooooo powerful! Oh! And I need to teach that song to my boys – I don’t think they have ever heard it! :o)

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      • themuseinme
        Mar 13, 2012 @ 13:48:35

        Selena, isn’t it great that God sends us the gift of a song when we need to connect our emotions to His ultimate destiny for us? Keep listening to the music and let the communication between you and God flow! Your story is precious!

  2. Linda Baker
    Feb 04, 2012 @ 00:06:26

    Again, you have “wowed” me! I loved it! I remember walking on the beach one day, searching for sea glass, when I heard the James Taylor song, “How sweet it is to be loved by you.” I was “wowed” by God. He was singing to ME about my love for HIM! WOW! Thank you for sharing your gift. How precious!

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    • themuseinme
      Feb 23, 2012 @ 14:18:51

      I know you pretty well and I think you have the same gift. It runs in the family! LOL!

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    • Aya
      Mar 01, 2012 @ 19:39:46

      It is such a sweet thing that God chooses to comfort us and use small things and “coincidence” to do it too. He is so good to us even when it doesn’t feel like it. This doesn’t compare at all to your pain, but when my husband and I lost our first child to miscarriage at 12 weeks, we were very grieved. One night, we went away to our favorite place (the church rooftop where he had proposed to me) and just cried out to God. We sat there in tears almost shouting our prayers to God. It felt so good to be honest with him and to feel his presence so close even though we were so angry. One of our favorite songs at that time was ‘Blessed Be Your Name’ and the words finally had more meaning to us. It was very difficult, but we sang out to him… I will treasure that time always where we clutched each other and could barely choke out all the words due to our tears, but we worshiped anyway. To this day, that song is hard to sing. I sing it with all my heart, meaning all the words though. God is good no matter what. “He gives and takes away.” I think people think I’m weird in church when I cry during that song. It’s rare that I can get through the song without crying, but it means a lot to me.

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      • themuseinme
        Mar 13, 2012 @ 14:00:49

        Aya, it’s good when God gives you a song you can call your own! It’s like carrying a treasure in your heart. Keep listening to the music… 🙂

  3. alabamapeggy
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 19:54:44

    This was wonderful, Donna. I too remember when you gave songs to people at Word Alive during a service. I never have “coveted” anything that belonged to another person, but if I coveted anything, it would be this gift that you have to see the song meant for particular people. I wish I knew my song. Maybe He will sing it to me. Please keep writing.

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  4. Julie Spence
    Feb 23, 2012 @ 14:32:01

    I still remember the song you gave to me during one night service at word alive- “I say a little prayer for you.” I heard it in the grocery stores that same week. Now whenever I hear it, I always remember. You opened up that in my life, and I hear all music so much more different now. Every song has a message and secular isn’t even a genre. Thank you.

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  5. Abby (Varvell) Strickland
    Mar 16, 2012 @ 16:08:40

    Have you ever met someone who’s known your, let’s say, Mom or Grandma since way back when and as the two old friends reminisce and tell stories, you can’t even believe it’s your Mom or Grandma they’re really talking about? Could this be the same woman you think you know so well? Then you catch a glimmer in her eyes and you know…it IS.

    This fairly accurately describes the way I feel about the Lord in reading these posts. I prophesy to myself, telling me that I’m ready for the next level. But I’m a mash-up of feelings as I catch peeks at His many facets. I CAN say, from the bottom of my heart, that I want to *know* Him. Like He knows me. And you know Him. And He knows you.

    He is able to be known, not just interpreted or perceived, which alone blows my mind. I’ll be back to visit..looking for that glimmer. 😉

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  6. themuseinme
    Mar 19, 2012 @ 01:17:54

    Wow, Abby! I love your response! However, I, too, am a mash-up of feelings, just as you are, always wondering if I’m ready for the next level, half afraid of what may be required of me once I get there or worried if I’ll even believe what He might choose to reveal to me. He’s always saying “If you dare to believe, you will receive.” He actually dares me to “go there” with Him which always challenges me. I don’t think this will ever stop! But…that’s OK. It never gets boring.

    I love your blog, by the way. It always makes me want to sit down and write my children, my parents and my siblings a long love letter, telling them how much I adore them and how much they mean to me. You express your love so extravagantly and elloquently. It’s a lovely thing to read! 🙂

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