made to love. made to live.

All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun

I used to get really confused by all these verses about everything being meaningless. I mean, I don’t think everything’s meaningless. I find meaning in the things I do, and the relationships I have been blessed with. But as I was reading this, I started thinking that because there’s almost sensory overload these days that everything becomes devalued and because of that, things lose their meaning. There is so much to see, so much to hear, so much to experience, that we can become numb to these things.

What once was a beautiful sunrise becomes the same old sky that we hardly even take notice of as we drive to work.

What once was a wise saying becomes cliche and any wisdom or meaning becomes lost.

I want to go back to the way I was as a child, where everything seen, heard, said, tasted, felt and experienced is new; even if it has happened before. I want every experience everything that comes my way with a fresh perspective. Forget the tears and sadness of past circumstances. There’s a reason we start the day with a beautiful new sunrise and end it with a sunset. Fresh beginnings, a day of experiences and in the end, nothing is left unresolved. Everything we find ourselves taking part in has its place in our life, in the grand scheme of things.

That’s not to say that mistakes will happen, and that we won’t regret everything we do, because we will. That’s just how it is. But God in his grace is always close. He is always willing to hold us, give us a place where we can forget our faults and find ourselves, once again, in Him.

I’ve got the iTunes on shuffle, and this song, Needle and Thread, by Sleeping At Last came on. I feel obligated to post the lyrics as a continuation of my thoughts.

Be inspired to love.

Be inspired to live.

When the world welcomes us in,
We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.
They say this place has changed,
But strip away all of the technology
And you will see
That we all are hunters,
Hunting for something that will make us okay.

Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
Tracing life in our heads;
But all that is left
Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit,
As we find our way home.

All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand

That we are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.

“You were a million years of work,”
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.

They kissed your head and said,
“You’re a good kid and you make us proud.
So just give your best and the rest will come,
And we’ll see you soon.”

All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand

That maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
The answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine.

We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.

Peace and love.

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One thought on “made to love. made to live.

  1. I couldn’t agree more with you, Lauren. You have a way with words. I am most definitely inspired. Thank you for writing this . So very soulful

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