Rather than go on to the infamous "Part Two" of my previous post, In the Wake of the Awakening, I decided to take a short break. There is a song I wrote recently to, particularly, my oldest daughter. Originally, I planned to send it to the pop star Pink, to see if she'd actually put it to music and get it out there. My hope was that my daughter would hear it and through it, God would touch her heart. Bring her home. I know, I know. Pipe dreams, right? My confession is that I never sent it to Pink, but I am going to share it here because I want folks to see that, with the Love of Christ in your heart, giving up is never an option. There is always something, somewhere, somehow that, by God's grace, will break through and bring His plan--the Lord's promises to full manifestation. Just think for a minute how the Disciples must have felt initially, watching their King hang on a cross and die the most painful, grueling death. Imagine, put yourself in their shoes for a moment. How would you be after having walked with the Master for three, mind-blowing years, only to discover an empty tomb? Would you be, in that state of despair, reminded of all He told you would take place? Would you fall apart, after traveling, breaking bread with Him who saves and tells you your entire history upon first meeting? Would you just give up? What would you do? Nowadays is not a whole lot different for those who have walked with Him--many of us, much longer than three years.
Take a deep look inside yourselves. What remnants of His Word are still there? Then look up to Him whose Word never fails. You, too, will find that giving up is never an option.
Why P!NK?
Some of you may... Well, actually many of you may be wondering "Why Pink?" Why would I reach out to a secular pop star if, in fact, I "truly am Christian"? Fact is, folks, I absolutely love that lady. Now, I sure have heard some rumors out there about some crazy things. I cannot verify those sources, so they hold little (if any) weight in my opinion. The evidence I see clearly is in her interactions with her children and husband. The first video I saw of her and her daughter was when they were recording A Million Dreams. It broke my heart (in a good way) because it reminded me of my oldest girl and me a long time ago. Her genuine, excited attentiveness, obviously overwhelmed with great joy in the blessing of her beautiful little girl, was just so refreshing.
Still, you say, "Pink does so many controversial things." Well, "for a Christian" they may be controversial. Frankly, if we're really looking at this through a Biblical lens, there is no "controversy". Many of her video skits and such are outright worldly...to put it mildly. However, you same folks that may attack my affections here--do you wear "yoga pants"? Walk around practically naked and claim it's fine? Do you scrutinize others with the same standards you're using here?
Take the plank out of your own eye first.
Okay... Moving on from that. I simply wanted to address any backlash before it got started. It ought to go without saying, but I suppose I'll say it anyway: I do not condone some of the things portrayed in Pink's music videos. But I love her and much of her music, in spite of all that. Like me, she is unapologetically real and I like that.
Now that I've provided a basis to cut the crap and give an understanding, can we get on to the good stuff? ;)
Way back when Raise Your Glass came out, my oldest girl was in Los Angeles, CA. She called me one day, so excited and shared with me that she was in Pink's video for her new song (Raise Your Glass). When I asked, "What is Pink?" she burst out laughing! Later that day she sent me a link to the newly released video. I hadn't seen her in a while, so I cried as much as I be-bopped around to the snazzy song. One part in particular got me giggling. The scene where Pink is feeding a calf from milk apparently pumped from several blind-folded ladies lined up in chairs. My daughter is in the first chair (foreground). When my girl was very little she asked me, "Mommy, why don't baby cows drink mommy milk, but baby people drink cow's milk?"
Ah, those days of innocent questions from an untarnished, probing mind! I think you get the candor, so I'll move on. But it was then I began to pray for Pink (as I do for everyone I meet or that's laid on my heart).
My daughter is also the lady that steps out of the shadows around the end of that video and blows rose petals. Ah, what a beauty.
So, even then I did not follow Pink much. I'd just play the video here and there. Well, that was until I saw her with her little girl. It was then I started to dig in to her stuff and listen more. She reminded me so much of myself way back when--short, bleached hair, a bit rough, very bold, not afraid to just be herself and never really followed the crowd. (All those things I was able to glean from verified sources.)
Then I found her song, Give Me a Reason and, oh my! Granted, when I discover a song, it's usually well after it was actually released. I do not follow stars, music (whether Christian or secular), movies and all. Not that it's altogether wrong to do so, I just have no interest...usually. Anyway. The satire, yet again! The first few words uttered from her mouth in that song describe exactly how my husband and I met! He, then a perfect stranger, simply walked up beside me and put his arm around my waist. He pulled me close to his side and calmly said, "Man! I could steal you!" And steal me, he did!
I get great kicks out of stuff like that :) Top it off with the fact that the chorus of that song, "...we're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again", reminds me of when Isaiah said, "A bruised reed He will not break...." (Is. 42:3) I don't know if any Bible verse played into Pink's inspiration for that song. I'm just enjoying the metaphor and being reminded of God's Word.
Now, my Song
Okay... Now that I am done babbling about all that for now, I just want to share this song I wrote for my oldest little girl. If, by God's grace, it gets to her somehow that would be fabulous. If Pink ever takes it on, well, that would just add to the connective points of wit. My point for sharing this is to offer us all a break from the crazy, heaviness of all that most of us are dealing with.
As I mentioned at the start here, in pursuing what is right, giving up is never an option. Truly, the Love of Jesus Christ motivates me. I pray that you all are motivated the same, for only then can true victory and healing come.
I hope you enjoy the song. I pray you see past the "sad" parts enough to see the relentless love that keeps me from getting depressed or beaten down. Rather, I am hopeful always. You'd do well to grab a ahold of the same.
You Think I'm Crazy
(copyright 2021, CLMima)
Let's talk it outOr we can fight it outLet's at least do something to try it outI know you think I'm crazyBut you're still my babyAnd this silence of years cannot make that go awayLast night I dreamed againYou knocked at my doorI finally got to meet your beautiful little girlThe tears of joy scared me awake to the moon peering through my windowSo many things I've wanted to sayToo many times I've wanted to shareThese moments of our lives simply pass awayAnd I'm wondering again--how are you doing out there?If I could scream loud enoughFor you to hear to hear meI'd bellow out this songIn hopes to draw you near meAunt Teri says, "Hello"Your brother misses you, tooI know he'd be the best uncleFor that little, bright beautyI bet she is just like youWhen my husband plays with Asher--Oh, that's Teri's grandson--I day dream of your little girlI know we'd have such fun!I know you think I'm crazyBut I miss my baby--This is my every dayOld times, new timesJoyful times, blue timesRun through my mind...All the timeAll that shit when you were a childWas so messed upWhen we got away, I tried to protect you threeBut that bastard just would not give upIt destroyed parts of me when he got your brother and sisterYou were just a kid too, thenSo it was hard to understandWhy I wasn't there for you, as much as I should have beenI should have just shot the bastard before things got so much worseIf I could scream loud enoughFor you to hear meI'd bellow out this songTo tell you I'm so sorry...Nina, please come homeLet's talk it outOr we can fight it outLet's at least just do something to try it outYou are in my every dayLike when you sit on my patio swingWell, actuallyIt's Grandma's old thingI cleaned and painted it pretty, just like I think she'd like itWe chat while I get dirty with the flowers in my yardAnd laugh about your little girl playing so sweetly with Mia-Oh, that's my dogToo much time has passed but today doesn't need to be lostYou can find me at our hometown...There is so, so much more to shareAnd we can talk it outOr we can fight it toutWe can whisper or screamBut at least let's just give it a try and work it outI know you think I'm crazySo, I was going to ask Pink to bellow out this songIn hopes that you will hear itIn hopes to bring you homeSo we can be crazy together again
Okay... Now I'll get back to work on "Part Two." :)