The Key to Inspiration?

I think I have discovered the reason why inspiration was coming during the night so often a couple weeks ago...

By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

~Psalm 42:8

I laughed inside when I read this. And I'm laughing inside now. Hahahahaha.

May all who read these words be filled to their heart's content with water flowing from the deepest, clearest wells of inspiration Life has to offer. Drink deeply.

Did you feel that?

Wake up
The earth is shaking
Wake up
The world is breaking
What is coming?
Only Heaven knows.

This is a warning shot;
Just a magnitude four.
So get up now, rise up now;
This is a seism of smaller size.
So wake up now, look up now -
A warning shot across the bow.

Wake up, sleepers,
Sleep no more.
Time is running short.

Is anyone crying for help?
God is listening, ready to rescue you.
If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there.
If you're kicked in the gut, He'll help you catch your breath.

God met me more than halfway,
He freed me from my anxious fears.
When I was desperate, I called out, and God got me out of a tight spot.

This is a wake-up call;
Sleepers, sleep no more,
For time is running short.

Only a magnitude four -
A small-sized seism.
What then, of the future?
Shall the seismic severity be supplementary?
Three-point-nine is a shaking.
Five-point-five is damaging.
Six-point-one is very damaging.
Even more, devastating.

This must be a signal flare,
To keep His peeps from going there.
To prevent devastation, or the falling of a nation -
A pre-emptive declaration.

Truly, this is an act of love.

I hear a voice speaking through the trembling earth -
A beckoning, a reckoning of men.
Yes, this is just a warning shot,
A shot across the bow.
The time to turn around, to build on shakeless, quakeless ground -
Beloved, that time is now.


"I'm just saying... tornadoes, flooding, locusts, cicadas, now earthquakes..." ~Reporter dude from the news video below
Link: (Embedding is a no-go at the moment... sorry!)
 http://www.fox2now.com/videobeta/94bd9ce8-df1b-4642-bc6c-632c3226e4a8/News/Earthquake-Hits-Missouri 

Life is Symphonic.

I have come to the conclusion that Music speaks its own language, different from the language of words; and that where words sometimes get jumbled up and difficult to understand, Music is like a native language to most everyone, for it speaks to the heart, where no words are needed. And all of us have a heart – a heart that yearns for the sort of comfort a kind voice such as Music’s sweet sonority can soothe us with, if only for a little while. Although we may not always make perfect sense of it – our heart, our feelings, thoughts and emotions, the music – the strength to be still and peacefully rest in the knowledge that in the end, everything will in fact work out wonderfully for the good of our lives, seems to find us anyway. So when you’re singing along to an unfamiliar tune, a song of which you neither know the duration nor the end, just relax and listen to the music, because it’s a work of art bursting with beauty and love, every single note brimming over with hope. Put your faith in the Music Maker, for he makes every lonely melody intertwine with the rest to form the perfect song - a harmonious melding of each and every moving part into the birth of a symphony, held together by Heaven’s strings, one chorus with many voices, united in glory under the Sun. Therefore, friends, do not give up on singing your song, because you were made to be a part of that symphony; it just wouldn’t be the same without you.