Monday, November 29, 2010

"When I Get Carried Away"

We moved to a new town when I was seven years old. It was right in the middle of the school year, and I entered Mrs. Hewell's second grade classroom as the new kid. It was excruciating for someone as shy as I was. I couldn't find words to bridge the chasm that seemed to separate me from everyone else.

One day, while I was in the restroom, a few of the girls came in. They didn't know I was there, and I soon realized they were talking about me. They were saying they didn't like me because I was so stuck-up. I waited until they all left before stepping out - my heart was broken. I desperately wanted them to understand that it was only because I was shy.

All these many years later, I still worry about being misunderstood. Part of being shy, for me, means that I am not very demonstrative. I envy those who cry easily, who bubble over with enthusiastic gratitude and jump up and down with joy; the ones who dance with abandon during praise and worship. It isn't that I don't do all of those things deep inside myself. It's just that somehow they don't make it to the surface when I'm with other people.

When I am alone the tears flow freely; I dance and sing to praise music and fall on my face in gratitude. It would be easy for others to look at me and think I don't feel anything; to wonder if I am truly grateful for something they have given me. I long to be better at it because the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt someone's feelings.

There is a song that I like to think was written just for me. It gives me great hope and makes me dance and sing - when I'm alone here at home of course! Here are the words:

"When I Get Carried Away"

"Well, I don’t know why I become a little shy
When I get around a whole lotta people
And I can’t figure out why I never can shout
About the love that floods my soul.
I must confess, I can’t express
The feelings deep inside me;
The things I know and cannot show
One day will overflow.

I’m gonna let the glory roll when the roll is called in glory.
I’m gonna get beside of myself when I get beside the king that day.
I’m gonna have the time of my life when the time of my life is over.
I’m gonna get carried away when I get carried away.

Well, I’ll pass the clouds and shout so loud,
It may sound like thunder.
My tearful eyes may fill the skies
Until it looks like rain.
When I leave this world past the gates of pearl
And stand before my Savior,
I let my soul let the glory roll
If from the roll He calls my name.

I’m gonna let the glory roll when the roll is called in glory.
I’m gonna get beside of myself when I get beside the king that day.
I’m gonna have the time of my life when the time of my life is over.
I’m gonna get carried away when I get carried away."

Phil Cross

And this is how it sounds when Ivan Parker sings it:

Oh yeah - one of these days I'm gonna let the glory roll!



  1. Being misunderstood is one of the most painful places to be. I so appreciate how you've shared here what the truth of the matter is. ... If only we'd all stop a moment and consider this: not everyone wears her emotions on her sleeve!

    Still, Linda, there's one thing that simply cannot be hidden: your love for the Lord. You simply radiate. Ain't no hidin' that Light that shines from you, girl.

    Keep shining!

  2. Thank you for posting this...I felt displaced even in my own extended family. Thankfully, we both have a Heavenly Father who loves us deeply. He will continue to sustain us! GOD BLESS YOU!

  3. you are just right, exactly as you are.

  4. We are much alike, dear Linda. I used
    to be very shy and only with the help
    of the wonderful Lord have I overcome
    most of it.
    I so identified with your poem.

  5. The words to that song are terrific! I can be very reserved as well. There are times I am able to let go, and times when I'm held back. I'm learning more and more to relinquish and share those feelings (part of that through blogging), but SOMEDAY!! Stand back! :)

  6. I love this good old southern gospel song! I moved a lot and didn't have a lot of trouble making friends, but my sister hated moving evey time. I am very outgoing, yet not demonstrative in many ways - beautiful post, as usual!

  7. I know this feeling well--not fitting in. All my life I have looked at others and wondered why I couldn't be like them. But God is teaching to see that there is a place for me and you too, that isn't like any other. We were never made to look like someone else. God created each of us to carry a unique expression of His love and character. No one else can be you! When we learn to be who He made us to be, we fly.

    When I read your blog, I see you flying! And the glory rolling, touching everyone who comes here. And God smiles. Blessings.

  8. I enjoyed reading the words ... but had fun listening to it (o:
    When I was growing best friend (the one I visit in New York) was shy. People always thought she was stuck up and i would have to explain that she was NOT. I had no problem being loud and crazy and could cry my eyes out at the drop of a hat. Then I got sick of crying and held it all in. Guess the funny exuberant part got held in too. Hard to find it now. I am sure there is a whole book of psychology that goes with that. (o:

  9. Hi Linda!
    oh can I relate to this post. As a teacher, I have to wear a thick skin {which I normally do not have...but have developed over the years} ... Kids will sometimes say I hate reading Mrs. C... not you ... just reading. I have had to learn not to take that personally. Sometimes, it's just the activity we're doing...but other times...when I find "just the right book or short story" their opinions quickly change.
    Sometimes exuberant joy or even a quiet spirit, can be so misunderstood.
    "Let those who can see ~ see!

    Linda, I just love your Christmas quilt up above. Oh it's just stunning!
    Bless you always, dear ♥
    love, Maria


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  11. lovely post.

    Glad to entertain with you a little bit today.

  12. I am also a shy one.
    Your post speaks straight to my heart.

  13. I have a super-shy daughter...I wonder how often she's been misunderstood? I know of a couple of situations, but I wonder if there are more?

    Thank you for this story, for your heart, and your joy for the Lord as you give and give and give!

  14. Thank you for this post. I can totally relate as I am also shy and have been misunderstood often. However, I take comfort that God made me who I am and loves me anyway.