The harpist playing upon my heart strings

My head whirly about with so much thought, I almost feel sick at the stomach. Stop that, oh it is you Lord speaking to my heart. Nudging me, pulling me in your direction. Whispers softly the Holy Spirit, so keen to know me. Look up

Oh yes God I believe you have called me out, it is worry. Yes Lord I read your word daily, write about how faithful a God I serve. Yet here I sit squirmisly anxiety ridden. Nail biting me, no. Frivolously doing the what ifs, yes. Yes Lord you want ALL of me. I am holding back a few strands of my heart strings. I hear the harpist pluking, and the melody missing the keys. Flat as can be. Yes Lord this is me. You know me oh so well

My heart feels heavy laden. Like a raven wanting to take flight. Yet here I sit in recognition of it. So Lord I give you ALL the strands of ALL my heart strings, my life! I yield it ALL to you. I hold nothing, empty I sit. All the walls are down. Send the angelic harpist back, let her melodic music pronounce I am in tune with you. Maybe a lullaby to pass the time of my mundane mind 

As I bow my head to pray, and give you ALL holding nothing back. Laying prostate at the cross where my veil is lost. You uncovered me yet again, the sober Lisa can’t escape the clarity I find in the harpists rhythmic sounds. When it is out of key I know it, and it ALL I can do get on my face in seek of thee 

Lord rid me of ALL this anxiety and worry. Help me to entrust everything to you. Allow the music heard to be the same as I speak from my mouth, and mesh with my heart. Thank you for knowing, and loving me so much to gently melt your truth upon my heart

Okay harpist let’s hear it now, play until you’re all played out. Then the pianist can sit in for you, and carry on with the same tune…

Play loudly upon my heart in unison we can sing, Praises to thee. 

Philippians 4:6-7

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.


Author: Lisa O'Day, Cries from an unkempt garden

I write to tell my story of how I overcame self affliction, and great despair in this life. For I write to share the death to self that took place. That I may Glorify God in all I do. May my writings be a refelction of freedom, for I am no longer in captivity of self. May they be warm, and inviting. For I write because God has given me words that drip from my mouth to be seen.

5 thoughts on “The harpist playing upon my heart strings”

  1. Lisa, don’t be too hard on yourself. We’ve all been there … some of us are stuck there … it is oh so human. I have read that “Fear Not!” is in the Bible 365 times … one for each day of the year. God realizes we do fear and worry … He knows and He is there for us to cling to … take His hand and He will lead … crawl into His lap and He will cradle you … let Him place His Healing hands upon your brow smooth away those worry lines. I am writing this for you … I am writing this for me. Thank you for sharing this human condition. jan

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    1. Yes I had to write about it as it seemed my whole day was just consumed in it. As soon as I realized what my mind was doing, and I prayed it helped a lot. It does not help having to stay at home day in and day out with my Epilepsy. I mind sits idle. There is nothing worse. My husband works 9 days until he gets a day off. This will be a trying time for me. Then he is is off for 5. I feel whenever my mind is idle I easily get side tracked. There is only so much one can do with the walls of their home is their confinement and I have no little kids like when I was a stay at home mom. So it was just one of those days. Writing about it helped too. 🌺🍁🌸Lisa


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