"The world inside my head..."

"The world inside my head..."

On the road to safe
I kinda tripped along the way
It just seemed like a nasty hassle
The path was greener on the one less traveled
That's where I remained

People so high they think
I can't hear the whispers
I can see it falling off their face
They're trying to shoot down my plane of grace
It seems like it's already hard enough

But the paint on me is beginning to dry
And it's not what I wanted to be
The weight on me
Is Hanging on to a weary angel

So tell me what it is about me
Where did everybody go without me
So, I like to fantasize
And watch the sunrise like it's a big surprise
Life moves and I stopped to taste it

I drank it up till it left me wasted
But my rains have bled
A softer red
Oh you should see the world inside my head

You can shackle me away
And try to wrap around my dreamer
I feel better when I paint my days
With purple seas
And left out grays
Strange is just a different point of view

But the paint on me is starting to dry
And it's not what I wanted to be
The weight on me
Is holding onto a weary angel

-"World Inside My Head," Sister Hazel

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This song is an example of some powerful lyricism...note especially the sections I've put in bold type.

"It seems like it's already hard enough / But the paint on me is starting to dry / And it's not what I wanted to be...."  How often we look back at what we've done with our lives, with ourselves, and say "you know, that's not how I wanted to turn out."  This manner of self-reflection is an inevitability of our sinful lives in a cursed world...but thank God He provides grace!

This song especially spoke to me with these words: "They're trying to shoot down my plane of grace... / / I feel better when I paint my days / With purple seas / And left out gray...."  You see, grace enables us to live with no regrets.  God's not a God of mistakes, He's a God in the business of making new creations out of old, fallen ones.  No matter what others say, or even what we say about ourselves when we take stock of our lifelong progress, we're covered by grace.  The same process that causes God to see Christ's righteousness instead of our sinfulness enables us to look back at our many failures and few successes and "leave out the gray."

I don't know about you, but that's the only way I could ever live another day.  All the things I've done wrong and the ways I've failed in constructing my own life are, frankly, incapacitating.  My only enabler is the grace of God, and by His grace alone, I remain pliable in the Potter's hand...my paint hasn't quite dried yet.  Perhaps it's been softening up a little lately...