an untethered life
by Elouise
I like being in control. Or at least thinking I’m in control. Yet the older I get, the less control I have over my world, much less yours. I don’t relish feeling tethered by circumstances beyond my control.
Annie J. Flint, composer of the well-loved song below, lived a tethered life in her later years due to severe arthritis. Her ability to work or function as an independent adult was limited. She experienced what it means to ‘reach the end of our hoarded resources.’
Yet she still touches us with grace-filled lyrics such as these. Here’s one of her most-loved songs, unedited.
He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials he multiplies peace.When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.Words by Annie J. Flint (1866-1932)
Found at CyberHymnal.org
Today, six months into this year, I’m tempted to despair. I struggle with discouragement about national and international issues. I don’t know what I can do, or who I’m to be in the midst of growing chaos gone crazy. The options seem tightly restrictive.
Happily, these lyrics don’t lull me into spiritual make-believe land, as though I could escape all this. Instead, they invite me to keep an open mind and heart, stay engaged, and loosen my hold on that tether I think is binding me.
After all, Flint’s lyrics are about receiving, not about giving.
I’ve lived most of my adult life as a giver. Though it’s exhausting, I confess some addiction to it. Especially now that I’m not able to feed the giving habit as regularly as I might like.
Perhaps I’ve reached the end of my giving tether, and need to cut it loose. Annie Flint would likely agree. In fact, when her options became severaly limited, she picked up her pen and began writing her life in poetry. Not primarily for us, but for herself.
How selfish? No, how wise. I can’t think of a better way to receive gifts than to unwrap, admire, and use them.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 July 2017
Image found at CyberHymnal.org
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Tether
The trouble with being a giver (all the time) is that you never learn to say ‘thank you’. My mother was a giver and I plan on a series about growing up so I can tell people about her. I started yesterday; http://wp.me/p8PuzR-3U
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Rings true, sadly. Thanks for the link. I’ll be over to read your first installment tomorrow!
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the first installment was yesterday. http://wp.me/p8PuzR-3U
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The lyrics to this song came back to me in prayer yesterday. Such beautiful truth!
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I have a vinyl record from way back that sings this to me from time to time. It popped into my head yesterday and wouldn’t let me go! 🎶
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I sincerely enjoy and look forward to reading your posts.
Thank you for sharing.
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You’re welcome, Jeneen….😊💐!
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you said it all so perfectly right here:I can’t think of a better way to receive gifts than to unwrap, admire, and use them. It’s like saving the fine china and pretty candles for a special day….that sometimes never comes and we waste the beautiful things around us for fear of losing the perfectness that we have attached to their worth. Share, smile, spread joy and watch the ripples move outward…and when they hit the other side, head back again 🙂 peace and love lady E and Super L ❤ love the lyrics too by the way, gave me a peaceful happy feeling.
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You just got me, K….the part about being afraid to use gifts–especially the most wondrous gifts! Mea culpa! I want some of your blissful drifting down the river! 😊💕💜
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I’ll send some bliss your way ❤ thanks E ❤
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It’s man the lifeboats; every man for himself I’m afraid Elouise, but don’t despair I’m still here 😈
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Definitely not a stellar moment in history. Hopefully women will be ‘manning’ some of those lifeboats! Glad to know you’re still here 😊
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Tired again, huh? Well, put your feet up and ponder something delicious. It may well be that one of your lessons is to learn to receive from others – we need the balance that comes from learning to give and receive. (I’m still learning about the receiving part, btw..)
Armfuls of hugs
Fran XXXXX
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Well, I just did exactly that this morning! Before reading your comment 😊. Oh yes. No doubt about it. This will take lots of practice! 💜💕🎶
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YAY! Let’s enjoy our practising! 😉 xxx
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