Wild Hymn Journal: Take Me Away

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Take Me Away

Secret Place (cry)

Trail

Rose of Sharon

Behind “Rose of Sharon”

On the song, “Take Me Away”

One of the paradoxes of life is that you have to pull away from people and places to keep perspective, yet you have to stay connected to people and places in order to be rooted in the love of companionship. That waxing and waning. That coming and going is like the chapters of life weaving in and out of clarity and confusion.

From my small town West Texas upbringing, I went to college in the no-man’s land of New Mexico, which was a spacious breath of air I needed in that transition. What a different world, a different pace. I wanted to get away from the life I knew.  I don’t really know all of my motivations: I was afraid of only becoming the things that people clap for. The successes of high school were bittersweet because they were both very real and very not, to me. Because they launched me into a world where I could not bring the accolades with me. (What good is that? Like a quality-controlled dress rehearsal for a play that hasn’t been written yet.)

After college I landed back at home recalibrating again–my newfound independence having betrayed me. My desire for authenticity, connection with God, and peace about my future had tapped out my abilities to maintain an inner spiritual turmoil. I found myself not only incapable, but incapacitated by the struggle, spiritually drained–> physically drained.  Understanding the exchanged life in Christ was what saved me, literally. I discovered the joy of my salvation. In the most devastating, dependent circumstances—too sick to work–I had discovered my greatest treasure in Christ.

Soon after, getting my feet on the ground and getting my first real job, I met Zach. We got married, did music together and moved to Los Angeles where I assumed I was starting my true calling. It turned out that I was (spiritually speaking) just the 15-year old daughter of a king, learning to handle a horse and sword out in the back pasture, and I had yet to receive my first real assignment in life. I felt like I could do anything, but I realized I was embarrassingly only ….practicing. (This metaphor was a huge gift from the Lord to me when I was trying to understand “where I was in life” and … He answered my question.)

When we transitioned to Nashville, I thought I’d come so far, but I discovered I was (spiritually) at the beginning, the bottom of yet another mountain. As I began to plan a course of action, to reach the goals that we saw as our future, I discovered my first baby was on the way. In tears, I struggled with what I’ve called pre-partum depression, though after my first child was born, I cried for joy for weeks. Through that struggle of transitioning, I thought that submitting to a new rhythm would bring peace and harmony into my life.  But landing in a pile of dishes with toddlers around me was a much harder reality to face than I had expected.

But you know what dragged me out of that pit? Discovering that I’m not a victim to growing at the pace of circumstances. With the power of God inside, I can speak to my mountains and calm the storm in Jesus name.  Not metaphorically, but actually!

Take Me Away

You take me away with you
And I lose my way
Back roads and mountains and cities
And I find my way in you
I find my way
I go back to find my way
always in You

You are my mountain moving
You are my calm on the waves
You are my mountain beauty
I find my way always in You

So take me away with you
And I’ll lose my way
Back roads and mountains and cities
And I’ll find my way in you
I find my way
I go back to find my way
Always in you

All {Wild Hymn Journal Posts}

Take Me Away

Secret Place (cry)

Trail

Rose of Sharon

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