You're the Cheese to My Macaroni

First: Does anyone else do this? I have a blog or two that I go to, but do not read. I simply load them up for, oh, four hours, and stream their music. "Soul and the Sea" is the name of a song I never heard of until the moment I loaded up my blog. It's beautiful! Anyway, I just want to know I'm not the only one out there who does this. If I was feeling particularly constructive today, I'd make one for myself. But it's oh so much easier to just listen to someone else's good music.

Anyway, on to our regularly scheduled programming. I have a feeling this is going to be a pretty random post.

Michael and I saw Juno the other night. It was every bit as good as everyone has said. I would highly recommend it, and its soundtrack. Anyway, for those who don't know, the movie is about a girl named Juno, aged 16, who becomes pregnant and wrestles with the idea of adoption. I don't want to give anything away, but that's not the point anyway. The point is that I was able to watch this movie with absolute, complete, detachment. Which was totally weird.

It took my husband pointing out to me the next day that I should have been a little emotional watching the movie. See, I was adopted. And my biological mother was sixteen, and made the hard decision to not abort me (I am way too young for Roe v. Wade to be before my time), carried me to term, and then gave me up to two really wonderful parents who were unable to have children of their own. And wow. Now that I'm thinking about all of that in terms of the movie... it's a miracle that I wasn't a complete wreck.

Which makes me wonder... how much do I just let wash over me like that? In my Bible Study on Tuesday (Beth Moore's Stepping Up), Beth taught on songs and worship (since that's pretty much the core of our study). She was talking about how often we can be moved by a beautiful melody in a worship song but not really worship. Like, for example. We often sing this song in church, Chris Tomlin's Enough:

All of You is more than enough for all of me
For every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You is more than enough

Usually, I sing it and get goosebumps. "Wow, what a beautiful, moving song." But do I mean it? Really? Of course not! I want my comfortable house with a scheduled day and my perfect husband and fashionable clothes and bottled water and a skinnier waist and time to myself and more money and dust free appliances and supper on the table at six and...

Anyway, Beth's point was that just being moved by a song isn't worship. And Lord, I want to be a Worshipper. I want my heart to change and I want to look more like You.

And it's interesting what the Lord uses to drive a point home, but I was thankful that the movie was a reminder of that... and that a few days later, I'm still pondering on it.