Regardless: Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum (December 16, 2009)
Monday, November 26, 2012
For those of you who have been living under a rock, or in a bubble, or in a pineapple under the sea, it’s December. December means a lot of things… colder weather, finals, lots of shopping, and Christmas music. (Now, don’t ask me why in our days of “political correctness” you can never hear a single rendition of “Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel” on the radio…)
Earlier today, I was listening to the radio when a classic Christmas song started playing. Ok, so it was the MercyMe version of “The Little Drummer Boy.” (Not exactly the classic song…)
Would you believe that song touched me today? I’ve heard that song countless times before, but today it touched me.
I have no gift to bring
pa rum pum pum pum
that’s fit to give a King
I couldn’t sleep last night. Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, I woke up to a single thought:
What if doing something great is the easiest of my dreams to reach?
It doesn’t seem right. How can my doing something great with my talent be the most reachable of my dreams? It’s the dream that is etched so deeply into my heart that I can’t shake it… it’s a dream that’s at the very core of who I am. It’s so much more than writing a song that makes it on the radio, or being published in a magazine. It’s more than writing a book…more than having people read this blog. Even I don’t know how to describe this.
Yet, it might be the most reachable of my dreams?
Shall I play for You
Pa rum pum pum pum
on my drum?
I want to do something great with my writing. So great that it’s beyond the scope of my imagination. I want these words to reach beyond where I ever thought they could.
It never occurred to me that I might reach that dream and never know it. I might do something incredible with my talent and not even see it. Pouring out my heart into something and never seeing anything come out of it? Talk about discouraging!
“Love the Lord your God with ALL your heart, and with ALL your mind, and with ALL your strength…”
Isn’t that what it’s about? Isn’t that the main reason God gave me this talent?
I played my drum for Him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him
The greatest thing I can ever do with my writing is just write for God. Those nights I pour my heart out in my journal…those poems that are a cry out to Him. They mean far more than any blog entries… anything I will ever get published. It’s not about the writing at all. It’s about the One who gave me this talent and passion.
If I look to Him, I can’t fail.
Sure, I may never reach my dreams. Does it matter though? After all, doesn’t God already have plans for my life? He can do so much with me if I just give this talent to Him. If my sole purpose in writing is to worship God He will use me.
So, I guess that’s what I need to work on doing. Pouring my heart out on paper. Not so I can try and reach any of my dreams for my writing; not so I can try and do something great.
Just to worship.
Only to worship.
Then, He smiled at me…