Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
In case you are unaware...I am a big Eagles' fan. Something about listening to the Eagles just sets me at peace. I have been missing all things southern lately...could be the cold, damp, dreary weather...and so I have been on a Eagles kick for the past few weeks. I love Seven Bridges Road...it is harmony perfection. It paints a picture of warm southern nights that almost bodily remind me of my childhood when we use to spend every summer weekend at the lake. The kids were always trying to talk the parents into letting us sleep outside and occasionally the parents would acquiesce. To be honest, we would start outside but inevitably in ones or twos we would all find the night just a little to alive to sleep outside the protective walls of the cabin and would quietly make our way back inside. But lately I have found my feelings about God reflected in the lyrics...
Now I have loved You like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved You in a tame way
And I have loved You wild
I can sit and analyze my love for God for hours looking at these verses, but the one that has been catching my heart lately is the picture of a lonely child. I am learning a lot about loneliness here on our Pacific Northwest sojourn. More than I ever cared to know to be honest. But it is forcing me closer to my Father. Clinging to him like a lonely child who has nothing else to turn to. I have also been pondering what it would be like to love God wildly...the tame way I think I get, but I'm not sure what wild looks like. Yet. But I would like to...
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
How long can you stand in the beauty and majesty that is God? For me not long. It's not that I don't want to experience Him, it's just that He is so other that find myself running from Him like a frightened child sometimes even though His is the most warm and inviting Presence I will ever know. He is just so big and I am so very small...
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide, you should go
There is the taste of time sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
I have to decide to be close with God. Not a one-time-that-does-it-forever kind of choice, but a daily, moment by moment choice. Going back over and over. Kind of like revisiting all of your favorite places when you've been gone for a while. Or maybe just enjoying the ones that are sitting right in front of you that you start taking for granted because you've become too familiar. I realize that as I write this I'm not just missing all things southern. I am missing home. And so I see God down that Seven Bridges Road because when it comes down to it He is home.
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
In case you are unaware...I am a big Eagles' fan. Something about listening to the Eagles just sets me at peace. I have been missing all things southern lately...could be the cold, damp, dreary weather...and so I have been on a Eagles kick for the past few weeks. I love Seven Bridges Road...it is harmony perfection. It paints a picture of warm southern nights that almost bodily remind me of my childhood when we use to spend every summer weekend at the lake. The kids were always trying to talk the parents into letting us sleep outside and occasionally the parents would acquiesce. To be honest, we would start outside but inevitably in ones or twos we would all find the night just a little to alive to sleep outside the protective walls of the cabin and would quietly make our way back inside. But lately I have found my feelings about God reflected in the lyrics...
Now I have loved You like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved You in a tame way
And I have loved You wild
I can sit and analyze my love for God for hours looking at these verses, but the one that has been catching my heart lately is the picture of a lonely child. I am learning a lot about loneliness here on our Pacific Northwest sojourn. More than I ever cared to know to be honest. But it is forcing me closer to my Father. Clinging to him like a lonely child who has nothing else to turn to. I have also been pondering what it would be like to love God wildly...the tame way I think I get, but I'm not sure what wild looks like. Yet. But I would like to...
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
How long can you stand in the beauty and majesty that is God? For me not long. It's not that I don't want to experience Him, it's just that He is so other that find myself running from Him like a frightened child sometimes even though His is the most warm and inviting Presence I will ever know. He is just so big and I am so very small...
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide, you should go
There is the taste of time sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
I have to decide to be close with God. Not a one-time-that-does-it-forever kind of choice, but a daily, moment by moment choice. Going back over and over. Kind of like revisiting all of your favorite places when you've been gone for a while. Or maybe just enjoying the ones that are sitting right in front of you that you start taking for granted because you've become too familiar. I realize that as I write this I'm not just missing all things southern. I am missing home. And so I see God down that Seven Bridges Road because when it comes down to it He is home.