I was listening to a song by the group Big Daddy Weave and heard a stanza that captured my heart: “If I told you my story, you would hear victory. If I told you my story, you would hear Life. Ohh-ohh, to tell you my story is to tell of Him.”
My inner response was — wow! Those 31 words summarize pages and pages of interactive conversation and testimony between the “I” of his verse and Papa God. As I pondered the lyricist’s verse, the natural question arose: what would people hear from the song of my life? Or from yours? A funeral dirge? A nursery rhyme of phrases that make no sense except in their own context? A country-style lament regarding being “done wrong” and seeing no justice in the world?
Or would they be able to hear Jesus say “Take courage; I have overcome the world”? (John 16:33)
MIXED MELODY OF MESSAGES
I would like to be able to say that the latter is always true in my life. Unfortunately, Peter and I have much in common and that is not the case. Depending on which verse of life people had tuned in to, I have no doubt that my “song” would have sent a mixed melody of messages that displayed confusion, misunderstanding, doubt or unbelief. As many different circumstances are thrown before us, I think that we, like Elijah, need to turn our eyes towards seeing the smallest cloud that will lead to that future rain of divine promise or destiny, manifest.
And while we wrestle with that, the song of our lives is always being sung — through hours and days and weeks of time. Continue reading “What Would People Hear From the Song of Your Life?”
In the book, Born to Create, author Theresa Dedmon writes, “God is raising us up in a divine partnership to bring down Heaven’s sounds, colors, movement, and creativity, all in worship to the King of kings. It’s time for all the arts to bring glory to God as we learn to sing the songs of Heaven, dance our love for Him, and paint anointed visions in His presence! At Bethel-Redding and many other places around the globe, the arts in worship are blending together like a mighty symphony to honor Him…I am amazed at how life-changing creativity can be when people are taught to create with the Holy Spirit.”
The God of the universe, the creator of you and me, has shared His creative DNA with us…and He is the very source and ultimate example of creativity.
Interested in learning about the successful use of artistic media to share Jesus, illustrate an aspect of the Kingdom, or just share the talent/inspiration He has placed in that one, unique, YOU? Follow my Creative Prism page for articles and interesting information on creative, prophetic art. Also visit, Theresa Dedmon Ministries.
You May Ask — How Do I Get Started?
Do you have an artistic talent that you have been cultivating, or do you have a yearning for God to utilize you in unorthodox ways? Yes to either is a great start…and even the secondary sentence, No, but I’m open to His leading me in a new direction or expression, is a positive and powerful place to start. Continue reading “What is Prophetic Art?”
As I scrolled down the Twitter posts, a colorful-but-familiar poster caught my eye: “Don’t wait for the storm to pass – learn to dance in the rain.”
I have previously read and seen this quote many times, presented on many different backgrounds. But on this particular occasion, I re-read it several times because the Lord began to unwrap different depths of impact to the words; He was opening my eyes to a deeper level of significance than I had previously noticed.
Several scriptures came to my mind: “He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous” (Matt. 5:45); “Let them praise His name with dancing” (Psa 149:3); “These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world;” (John 16:33) “In that day you will know that I am in My Father, and you in Me, and I in you”; (John 14:20) “I am with you always…” (Matt. 28:20)
Learn to dance in the rain.
The more I pondered the full thirteen words, the more broad-reaching they became. I could see them as stones dropping into a pond on unruffled surface water, sending ripples out to the very perimeter.
The equivalent of ripples through our souls, perhaps. Continue reading “Reflections: Dancing In The Rain”