Friday, January 31, 2020

Lyrical Fridays: Burn the Ships


This is Michael’s current radio favorite.  Every time it comes on he says “Yay!” and stops whatever he’s doing to listen to it.  I love the song also, and can relate the lyrics to things we experienced or are experiencing in our own lives.  

I loved the song before Michael came to like it, but the fact that it’s his favorite makes the words all the more special to me.  There are certainly times that I get bogged down and worn out with what we go through on a fairly regular basis (and sometimes daily) just to live and keep my own kids alive.  Then I am reminded of the struggles others are facing or have faced and I tell myself that everyone is going through hard things.  God isn’t punishing us or disfavoring us because of the things we’re going through.  Rather, He is our hope to cling to during these times and I’m so happy that I have Him in our lives because these roads would be hell without Him and without hope.  

This song recognizes hardships—it doesn’t make them seem unimportant or try to sweep them away and ignore them.  It gives them their due, but then encourages us to leave the past in the past.  Yesterday is over.  As a mom, sometimes I relive certain experiences over and over until I’m able to find peace with the scenario.  Some instances I’ve been reliving for years because certain pains still weigh heavy on my heart.  

Just this last weekend, I had to give Noah his Auvi-Q injection (similar to epipen) because of a severe and lightning quick allergic reaction.  I was alone with all 3 kids—Aaron was at church and I was frantically calling my mom who instructed me to give him the injection and come straight to the ER where she would meet me.  I told Michael to get Avery and himself into the van, then I got Noah into the kitchen and told him to give me a hug while I gave him his shot.  It was scary.  I am emotionally spent, even now on a Friday.  

My mind continues to mull over the process, the seconds, the outcome over and over and over and the “what ifs” haunt my thoughts if I’m not careful.  Tears have spilled.  Voices have caught in my throat as I’ve tried to process what happened and what could have happened.  “Burn the Ships” can apply to us for diabetes care, and also for allergic reactions, and the sickness traveling through our family at the moment as well.  In all things, I need to make sure my compass is pointed to God.  Nothing that has happened to us took Him by surprise and He knows my mommy-heart and how hurt it was this week.  He is the ultimate Healer and I fully trust that He will care for us.  Listening to songs like “Burn the Ships” serves to remind me of this promise.


Burn the Ships
By For King and Country


How did we get here?
All castaway on a lonely shore
I can see in your eyes, dear
It's hard to take for a moment more
We've got to

Burn the ships, cut the ties
Send a flare into the night
Say a prayer, turn the tide
Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back

Don't let it arrest you
This fear is fear of fallin' again
And if you need a refuge
I will be right here until the end
Oh, it's time to

Burn the ships, cut the ties
Send a flare into the night
Say a prayer, turn the tide
Dry your tears and wave goodbye

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back

So long to shame, walk through the sorrow
Out of the fire into tomorrow

So flush the pills, face the fear
Feel the wave disappear
We're comin' clear, we're born again
Our hopeful lungs can breathe again
Oh, we can breathe again

Step into a new day
We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And step into a new day

We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don't you look back
And don't you look back
And don't you look back






Until Next Time,
Much Love, Reba


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