Have you ever had moments that you wanted to join Dionne Warwick in singing, “What’s it all about, Alphie“? I have. There have been those times I questioned, is this all there is? Is there more? Why am I here? Is there a purpose to life that gives meaning? These questions have been asked across the pages of history probably back to the beginning of the human race. On occasion, these are my questions…not everyday…but on some days – when I’m tired, when I’m feeling used up, discouraged, overwhelmed. Sometimes when I’m feeling restless or unsure of purpose, I revert back to the memory of the repetitive question, “What’s it all about, Alphie?”
What’s It All About?
There were other groups that I occasionally listened to in the 60’s, and many of their songs voiced the same laments. The Beach Boys sang “I Just Wasn’t Meant For This Place”, while the Lettermen sang in beautiful harmony that the solution to forgetting our troubles and worries was to go “Downtown.” With the radio cranked high, there were many days when Mrs. Womack would pile six teen girls into her car, and we’d head downtown Miami. Our goal was to out sing the Lettermen Trio.
Sometimes I’d listen to the radio late at night and identify with the melancholy lyrics of “Mr. Lonely.” Often his words struck a chord of identity with my own questions. I felt that I was in the wrong place and just needed to go somewhere else. Even the Beatles were still popular during my teen years, and sang about things being so much better, “Yesterday.”
The Question Sometimes Resurfaces
I wish I could honestly say I never feel that way now that I’m an adult. There have been multiple storms in my life, and though I have walked through them unscathed and unshaken, my resolve to live victoriously has not always kept me on course. There have been those days – …those days when I wonder, what’s it all about.
There are days when exhaustion zaps my energy like a bug light zaps a mosquito. It’s just gone, depleted, used up, and I entertain thoughts in my heart of giving up. My thoughts begin to form words like, “Why?” or “I quit.” It is then that a different set of lyrics and words begin to form on the edges of my memory, grappling for a toe hold in my heart and in my deepest emotions.
I see the morning sky and remember, It is because of the Lord’s mercies that I am not used up, consumed. His mercies are brand new every morning. His faithfulness is great, (Lamentations 3:22-23).
Don’t be weary in doing good, for in time there will be a harvest if I don’t give up (Galatians 6:9).
Be strong, have courage, don’t be afraid, the Lord God is with me (Joshua 1:9). He is with me and will keep me in all places (Genesis 28:15). I am made by God, created to do good works (Ephesians 2:10), and He knows the plans He has for me, plans to prosper me and not harm me, plans to give me hope…” (Jeremiah 29:10).
I am a painter – I start with a blank canvas. God looks at my life and has already seen the completed portrait. I am a writer – every page is blank, waiting for me to write the first word. But God is the author and finisher of my faith – He knows the end from the beginning. I schedule events on my calendar – yet God already knows the number of days in my life.
I go outside and look into the night sky. How small and insignificant I am compared to all the majesty above me, surrounding me, enveloping me. Oh Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth. You have set your glory in the heavens. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, who am I?
I dwell on these thoughts, and rest in God’s promises that He will give me a quietness in my restless heart, and renew my spirit. He will cause me to rise up and fly like an eagle, run and not be weary, walk and not keel over with exhaustion. I will sleep with a confidence that when I awaken He will be there to greet me for a new days journey.
I go out to my quiet place in the back yard. It’s a great place to start the new day. Good Morning, Lord. I know what it’s all about, and I thank you for that knowledge. I thank You for Yesterday, because I know you are the same yesterday, today and forever. Thank you that I can forget all my worries and forget all my cares because You have said for me to give all my cares to You, because You care for me.
On this my 67th Birthday, let me share three things I know to be true:
- God Made Me
- God Has A Plan and Purpose for my life
- God will Guide me and sustain me, and be with me through every event of my life.
It is my greatest desire that you, too, would know these things to be true in your own life.
Oh look at that morning sky…New day,New beginnings, New promises, New potential. Now that’s what it’s all about!