its the meaning of life...

Meant to be: Steven Curtis Chapman

Long Before You Drew Your First Breath

A Dream Was Coming True

God Wanted to Give A Gift To The World

So He Wrapped It Up In You

Every Step That You’ve Taken

Every Move That You Make

Is Part Of His Plan

You Were Meant To Be Touching

The Lives That You Touch

And Meant To Be Here

Making This World So Much More

Than It Would Be Without You In It

You Were Meant To Be Bringing

The Gifts That You Bring

And Singing The Songs

You’ve Been Given To Sing

You Are Perfectly, Wonderfully,

Beautifully Meant To Be

You Were Meant To Be

Long Before You Took Your First Fall

You stumbled to the ground

God started telling the story of you to the angles around

Every failure and victory

Everything inbetween

Its all in his hand

You Were Meant To Be Touching

The Lives That You Touch

And Meant To Be Here

Making This World So Much More

Than It Would Be Without You In It

You Were Meant To Be Bringing

The Gifts That You Bring

And Singing The Songs

You’ve Been Given To Sing

You Are Perfectly, Wonderfully,

Beautifully Meant To Be

You Were Meant To Be (yeah)

Meant To Be

You are

You are

You are meant to be

You are

You are

You are meant to be

For every breath that your taking

And every move that you make

It’s a meaningful life you’ve been given

Live it well

You Were Meant To Be Touching

The Lives That You Touch

And Meant To Be Here

Making This World So Much More

Than It Would Be Without You In It

You Were Meant To Be Bringing

The Gifts That You Bring

And Singing The Songs

You’ve Been Given To Sing

You Are Perfectly, Wonderfully,

Beautifully Meant To Be (yeah)

You Were Meant To Be (yeah)

You Were Meant To Be (yeah)

You Were Meant To Be

To Be

You Were Meant To Be

I want to know what babies think. Is the world flawless in their eyes? Does it all seem just to pass by? Does the warm touch of the Creator still linger? Does the world feel like an adventure? 

It was once said the world is what we make it. If so does every baby ever born grow to be the next 

in line to change this place? If the world is what we make it?

Then why do moms and dads fail to raise their children in such a way that inspires them to make the change?

There is always a root to every problem. 

I do believe we were meant to be. We were meant to live for such times as these.

Each and every living human has to dive deep into the abyss we call our soul and grab each problem, each fear, and each pain by the root and uproot it so that we can be free once again.

Once we have accomplished that then we can be the babe's that were raised to change this place.

It was once said that light is the absences of darkness, but how I see it is darkness is the absence of light. 

No matter how small of a candle you bring into a dark room it always illuminates it. Darkness flees in the sight of light. 

Lets be the parents that raise our children (whenever they may come ;0) ) to be the lights that illuminates this dark and hurting world. 
For we were Meant to Be...

Signed 

The Thoughts of a Searching Heart...

Imagine lounging in one of your favorite places. Breathing in all the wonderful scents that surround you. Breath deep. Are you there yet. As you dig deep into your favorite book or pour your thoughts onto the pages of your journal using your favorite pen or pencil. As the moments pass by, a thought invades your brain. The thought was so profound that it stops you in your tracks. "Life is but a blink. Life is but a breath. Life doesn't last forever."  
As you ponder the thought that life doesn't last forever, tears fill your eyes, drop after drop, your reminded of every person that you have ever loved. You start questioning if there are any of them that you need to reconcile with or if you have told any of them that you loved them lately.
Eagerly you rush to your phone as you realize that there has been so many words unspoken, so many apologies never given, and so much forgiveness never received. As panic breaches the wall of your soul, you start dialing the first number that comes to mind. "Please pick up. Please pick up." you say to your self. As the reality that has been aloft for so long invades your entire being, your heart is over turned with all the words that have to be said. 
There may never be a tomorrow.
As the phone rings, the words come pouring in. "I'm sorry for what I said." "I never meant to hurt you." "My life hasn't been the same without you." 
Suddenly you hear "Hello?" 
Tears flooding, chocking, with a gasp for air you answer "Hello..." sniffle.
They reply "Sis? Is that you?" 
You answer "Ya" sniffle.
They reply "What's wrong? Its been 10 years. Are you okay?"
You answer "I am sorry. I'm sorry for how I treated you. I never meant to hurt you. I should of never said what I said. I could never bring myself to face you. So I avoided you instead. Oh how I have missed you. My life hasn't been the same without you. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me? I love you..."
All you can hear is sobs. 10 years worth of pain, sorrow, and tears. 
You start crying all over again.
You say to yourself "Why. Why did I put her through all these years? I was so afraid that my life would never been the same if I reconciled. Guess what I was right. It hasn't been the same. All I got in return, is missing out on her life. Why?" 
Through the tears you hear, "I forgive you."
Two lives mended by the power of forgiveness.


Life is short.

Are we as human kind making the most of every moment?

Are we doing what matters?

Are we loving like there is no tomorrow?

I know in my own life I have made scaring mistakes. So many times I have hurt the ones I love by not thinking before speaking. So many regrets my soul bares. Although all of that is oh so true, there is one pro-founding truth that gives me hope, it is never to late to say your sorry. 

Where ever your at today, I ask that you think about, just think about who's life you might change by overcoming the fear of rejection and either give the long in waiting apology or receive the apology that has been given.

We have one life to live. Today is the only day we have been given. Tomorrow may never come.

Love like there is no tomorrow and live live today.

Signed:

The thoughts of a searching heart. 

Life...

At one point in all blogging attempts across the blogger-sphere comes the time when one blogs about what we formally call "Life..." (of course the "..." stands for all the "stuff" that we really don't feel like sharing, or more like coming to grips with but hey whatev.) Life oh how I ponder thee... ( the "stuff") I really have never come to grips with the ... aka the "stuff"... (just for kicks and giggles... are you giggling cause I am, you should giggle it will make you feel mischievous and silly, silly is always fun, and being mischievous always makes you giggle.) Why you might be asking have I not come to grips with the "...", may be its because my life and brain for that matter is so scattered all the time, that I don't even know where to start. At least I am not one of those twitching people that are nerves all the time and are so tightly wound that you don't really want to stand any closer then lets say 10 feet in case their eye ball accidentally pops out due to a gasket blowing. Ya okay moving on. Or maybe why I haven't came to grips with all the "..." is because all the pain that is tied up into it, well, that I think is tied up into it, is more like it, none the less pain and tears are always apart of it. Or maybe its because I am so busy and the only time I have to slow down is when I am up all hours of the night, like tonight for instance, its 2:05 am on September 19th 2010, why am I up? I do not know and why am I blogging at such ridicules hours? Again I do not know. This I do know is that whatever the "..." is in my life I have to make time to deal with it and whatever the "..." is in your life, my advice from one blogging soul to another, is that you take time to deal with it also. If we don't then the bottle inside starts pouring out and its not always pretty. So I say to heck with the tears and pain lets dig down deep and figure out what the "..." is and make it the past instead of letting it eat the present. "Today is a New Day with No Mistakes in it" ~ Anne of Green Gables. ( Love it!) So as you and I embark on the journey of renewing our lives may we always remember that Philippians 4:13 says " I (we) Can Do All Things Through Christ Who Give Me Strength."


"More Power To Ya" (~Petra which is a great band)


Tosha

Musings?

While the "person" (who so requests to be anonymous) was creating this blog for me, asked me what I would like to call my blog, I responded "I don't know." The "person" responded, "okay, how about 'Tosha's Musings.'"
I looked at him, I mean the "person" and thought to myself "I have know idea what that word means! It sounds like 'Tosha's Moosing's', my logo would be 'It's not over till the 'Moo' Sings.' bada bing" However, after my mind drifted back to reality, I asked "I have no idea what the word means, what does it mean?" "Well" he said, I mean the "person" said, "It means thoughts." I responded "Oooooh okay." So there it is, the story of where the name of this blog came from. Now as a favor to you as the reader I will define the word "Musings" (although I am pretty sure I am the only one that is above the age of 16 who had no idea the word even existed. I am going to define it just in case one of you out there might not have a clue about the word too." Okay so according to the word monkey dictionary on iGoogle the definition is as follows...


Musings:


adjective

1. persistently or morbidly thoughtful

noun

1. a calm lengthy intent consideration

synonyms

brooding, broody, contemplative, meditative, pensive, pondering,reflective, ruminative, contemplation, reflection, reflexion,rumination, thoughtfulness

Okay apart from the "persistently" or 'morbidly"... well I suppose that the only thing that is applicable to my blog is the thoughtful part, the rest is fooie. Yes I used the word " fooie" (which is probably spelled wrong because I am in fact a terrible speller and I lack every form of grammar that has been taught in school.) 

Well now that the word Musings has been defined it is now 10:43 pm tuesday the 14th of September. I am so tired so ttfn and I will catch you on the flip side.

~Tosha