His Song

His Song

She cried out for words to the melody,

yet when she opened her mouth. . .

nothing.

Where was the song God had given her to sing?

Lost in the recesses of her soul?

Or was she simply not ready to hear her own song?

Did she need to live the story behind the music and words

so that her song would become His song?

© 2014 Lana Gray

Upside Down/Right Side Up

Upside Down or Right Side Up

Growing up in a small Iowa farming community in the 1950s and '60s was like living in a right side up world.  And despite the fact that I was quite content in such a world, I loved those moments when I could view things from an upside down perspective.  

Recess time in kindergarten gave me opportunity to hang by my heels on the monkey bars, allow the blood to rush to my head, and pretend the blue sky was my dwelling place.  In fourth grade I sat in the back of the classroom, twisting my head as I pretended to listen to Miss Hanson's lessons. Holding back giggles, I watched her upper lip become the lower and her toothy smile look strangely contorted.    

Even though I traded farm life for city life decades ago, I still live in a pretty right side up world.  But  I've never given up the enjoyment of taking upside down views. . . of people, cultures, ideas.

How about you? Ready to hang by your heels and get a new perspective today?
  

© 2014 Lana Gray

Bridge

© 2014 Lana Gray

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead
and the bridge is love,
the only survival, the only meaning.
-Thornton Wilder