A few years ago, I wrote an article called “Out of the Ashes” regarding a church that had burnt down and was to be rebuilt into a beautiful new temple. I likened this event to my own life and how after great disappointments, grief and more, I felt as if I, too, had been burnt to the ground. But I ended that article by saying that “I began to realize that maybe, just maybe, God had a different plan for me. Here I am trying to build a nice, comfortable life, but maybe He’s trying to build something grander. I don’t know what He has in mind, but it’s a beautiful thought: to think that, with His help, that my life might mean something greater than it does at the moment. He knows so much better than I.”
If I had known then the journey that my life was to take, I would have been better able to endure the grief. At the time of this writing, I’m not only living in the place I’ve yearned to live in for several years, but my writing is taking off in directions I never thought it would go. I am now officially a songwriter, probably the last thing I ever thought I would do with my writing. And yet, it has been proven to be a joy.
Last night, I sat and listened to my friend, Violeta Skye, the singer and her producer create the music to accompany my lyrics…MY lyrics! It was almost as if I was listening to what could only be described as the musical equivalent to the birth of a child. I listened to hypnotic voices blend in harmonious rhythms and I felt chills. It was suddenly as if the future opened before me. My own words, words that had come from my soul, intertwined with such beautiful music was a moment I never thought I would experience. Just listening to the creation of that song was uplifting in a way that is hard to describe.
All the years of pain, the tears, the never-ending disappointments, the rejections, the struggles and failures culminated into this moment. And as I felt a tear of happiness slip down my face listening to an exquisitely beautiful line of music, I thought “This…this is what I’ve been waiting for.”
That church I formerly spoke of will be finished next March and the artist’s rendering of the new building is found in the photo above. It is truly magnificent. As I look at that photo, I realize that sometimes you figuratively have to be burnt to the ground to be rebuilt into the person you were meant to be. And thanks to Heavenly Father and the fires of life, some day that person will be glorious.