This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
That it would be when the world was younger,
And you had everything to lose?
This song, This is Your Life, never fails to depress. It got me pretty good on the way home today.
They are trying to encourage themselves to make good choices. I get the idea. And I could have written the same kind of thing when I was their age, except that I was failing at so much of life then, too. Somehow, challenging me not to have failed for the last 42 years just doesn't encourage me much.
No. Life isn't everything I'd dreamed.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me.
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Turn the radio to a different station when that happens. Yiks! I read the words and Yiks! It would have gotten to me and I’m a peppy gal. Ahhh who am I kidding I was in a slump today myself. I would have tuned that one out. Darn kids.
I was once with an old friend sitting in a little hotel bar, we would go in and order tea and eat off the cheap buffet. We began to talk about past love and how it stinks. The singer who clearly heard us started to sing No New Years Eve, No Christmas Joy and so on I just called to say I love you! Dude what the heck! Make me feel worse.
I love ya Bro.
You see, CP? That is why I listen to Broadway showtunes.
How can you beat "Oh what beautiful MOOOORRRRning, Oh what a beautiful daaaaaay!!!"
Or how about "Make em laugh!"
Or if you need bit of fun you can pop in "Why can't a woman be more like a man?"
Yup. That't my remedy. Some serious Broadway will always get me going again.
CP,
I've never thought of it that way. That is a depressing point. But the slim answer for me is basicly yes. I wouldn't trade knowing my wife, children, and knowing God for any other life on the planet.
My question is: is it really my life? I don't think it is. God owns our life and this fact is subtle, but we are not our own. Again a young view sees it as their own, as oposed to view that we are a steward of the life that God has given us. Buck up, little campers! Make the most of what has been put on your plate and live without regrets.
As for broadway tunes... well... Christian music has the problem of evoking a moral response, which is not always pleasant. Broadway, by contrast, evokes an emotional response. Maybe love, joy, or just bravado, it is not an issue of your conscious.
I guess my point is search your heart and let the Holy Spirit convict you, not some silly song.
BTW. I love Oh what a beutiful morning!
Cheer up compadre. And let those 20-year olds preach to themselves.
God Bless
-Doug
Milly,
Dude what the heck! Make me feel worse.
Hehehe. I think I know someone who's lucky he didn't meet the business end of a belt sander. :-)
DK,
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Now you see, that's the kind of quality input we needed during the presbuteras series!
Now I have to see the lyrics.
DugALug,
And let those 20-year olds preach to themselves.
Sage wisdom.
I have read research that indicates that circumstances have very little long-term effect on our mood. After being paralyzed, for example, most people return back to about the same state of happiness as before the accident after a time.
I'm pretty sure that's the case for me, though I really was less moody while living with a wife than I am alone. Same on a tennis court in doubles. I'm just a lot more likely to tank when I'm alone than when I have someone to bounce things off.
Um...ok. You asked for it.
Here are the lyrics:
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/myfairlady/ahymntohim.htm
I am not sure if the whole link will show up in the comments section. The preview didn't allow it.
If I have a chance next week, I will email the song to you. You kinda hafta hear it sung by the great Rex Harison!
DISCLAIMER:
Please keep in mind that I do not agree with the sentiments of Prof. Higgins. I only like the cleverness and wit of the song.
Oh, c'mon Kevin -- that's the exact opposite of the point of the song! (lol!)
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
...
Don't close your eyes,
This is your life.
And today is all you've got now.
...
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over.
The basic point of the song is like, "yeah, you screwed up yesterday. Don't let that hold you down today. Don't be so paralyzed by your past failings that you just give up. It's over -- it's done. Be satisfied with God's forgiveness and move on."
You know, like that not-so-young Paul of Tarsus once said: "one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Let those of us who are mature think this way" -- Phil. 3:13-15 (ESV).
Doesn't sound like it's the exclusive realm of twenty-somethings. ;)
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
CP
I would have to agree with you on this one. Sometimes I wonder if the pain of life is there to give us a heavenward view. I have always been fascinated by the elderly that are so ready to meet Jesus..
as I grow older and the pile of hurts and tears gets larger, I can't help but wonder what heaven will be like. I used to have a picture that my father drew for me out of butcher paper of what Heaven was going to be like. I wish I had it today.
If I believed that "today is all you'll ever have" , it would be the end of me, but instead I have a hope albeit just a glimmer.
DK,
Thanks. Higgins was a little more frustrated in this song that he was in the book. Quite a chuckle. :-)
Travis,
Oh, c'mon Kevin -- that's the exact opposite of the point of the song! (lol!)
HaHa.
I can take my rebuke like a man. :-)
I think 9 times out of 10, old eeyore me is still going to be depressed by this song, but I will at least try to hear it your way. It's much nicer like that.
Andreia,
as I grow older and the pile of hurts and tears gets larger, I can't help but wonder what heaven will be like.
Amen.
I've never known an older person who knew the Lord and was close to death, but I know me.
At 20, I was going to "get it all right." I was going to be proud to die. Even at 35, before the bottom fell out of everything, I was only hoping to redeem my life. Now, I am hoping not to shame myself any further. I suspect that 20 years from now, I will be hoping almost fully in the mercy of God, that He will accept me even in all my shame.
And, that's not the depression talking.
Getting the stew beaten out of me faithfully moves me in that direction of dependence on God. At 20 I wanted to depend upon God, but I didn't know how. I depended on God giving me light, so that I could make myself into "who I want to be." At 42, I've felt God's embrace in sewerage I didn't think He would even let into His sight.
I'm starting to believe He won't leave me, even if I fail Him.
That's a trifle harder to believe than it is to proclaim.
I wonder what I might be able to believe come 62?
Thanks Kevein. This inspired me to post about my dreams today.
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