Pieces of Me (you’ve never seen)

Those that know me REALLY well, know I’m a huge fan of Tori Amos.  I give a lot of credit to her, as it was one of her songs that shook me out of a zombie state of existence I was in while I endured an abusive relationship many many years ago.

A little background: Tori grew up as a Methodist PK (preachers kid) playing hymns on the piano during church, and her grandfather was a Native American Cherokee Indian.  That’s a crazy mix: Bibles, God, chants to corn-goddesses and white sage incense…  When she talks and sings, she puts a lot on the table.  And much of what is served is tough to chew and digest.  She’s not for the faint of heart.  There are many in the Christian-sector that don’t like her.  I get that, I do.  But I like her, she doesn’t hurt my soul – she helps it.  And she’s on a crazy and amazing path of discovery about herself.  I dig that.  I’m not sure if she’ll be in heaven… but I’m hoping she will be.  Maybe we will both get to play piano together!

Why I bring this up is because I was rolling one of her songs through my head today.  The song is called “Tear in Your Hand”.  One of the great things about Tori’s music is that she rarely tells you what the song is about.  She believes that each of us will find a message in the music that speaks specifically to us.  

I think “Tear in Your Hand” is about the fragile state of our emotions.  It’s about those times when we make ourselves completely vulnerable by telling our deep secrets to someone else and how our tears rest in the hands of the person we poured our heart and soul out to.  Here are some of the lyrics:
~ All the world just stopped now…it’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen
~ You don’t know the power that you have…with that tear in your hand

I started this blog almost 30 days ago.  Since then I’ve written out some of my inner-most thoughts.  Showing intimate parts of me that I just don’t talk about.  It’s like being naked in the grocery store.  Eeek!!!  I write in ways I don’t speak.  I’m just an everyday plain girl, I don’t think I’m much different from anyone else.  But sometimes I go back to read something I’ve typed, and while it’s lovely to read, it feels a bit foreign.  I wonder, “who the heck wrote that?”  I think many of us have this inner spiritual part that typically doesn’t show itself in day-to-day life and talk.  Maybe because that part of us is a little strange, confusing and bizarre.  Maybe it’s even embarrassing…  But it should never be shameful.  I guess my inner spiritual part is leaking out on the computer keyboard lately and showing up on this blog.  And, well, I feel kinda weird about it.   Not ashamed, just feeling funky and naked in the grocery store…
{excuse me while I run to the beach towels on isle 6}

Just wanted to share that with you today.

1 Timothy 1:8  So never be ashamed to tell others about our Lord…With the strength God gives you, be ready to suffer…for the sake of the Good News.

One thought on “Pieces of Me (you’ve never seen)

  1. Sherry,That you are sharing your innermost thoughts; those real and tender parts of who you are, is what has made your blog such a holy experience for me.Real is what connects hearts. And real is what helps me grow in my relationship with Christ. And yet I think I do understand the feelings you expressed today about doing so while the world get to take a look into your heart, if they so desire. Love Liz

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