I have a confessioin to make. It's a multi-faceted one actually. First, I LOVE singing. That one will not surprise those who know me well. They know it's the surest sign of a happy Brittany. By the undeserved grace of God, He gave me a Mom who would (and still does) burst into song when the mood strikes (or if someone says a certain word that reminds her of a song, not two seconds will pass before she's belting out one of the many melodic numbers in her repetoire). I'd like to think I've absorbed this superpower. And a superpower it definitely is. When grumpiness was defining my day, simply singing a song or two would lift my spirits. How good of God to author music! Happiness isn't the only reason I sing, I also have to feel safe and secure somehow, whether that is in the compay of those whose ears endure it or in the privacy of the bathroom shower. Second, I haven't been singing much these last few months, and it honestly breaks my heart. I miss retreats, singing around campfires, songs that everyone is familiar with, and I miss singing when hearts are full of joy. Oh, I ache for jubilation in music, I long for my response to my God to one of rejoicing in the Victory I have in Jesus. I hate that there have been times when my heart hasn't been in it but I sang anyway. I am grieved that I don't have the musical prowess to be in a band or know people who would actually want to go caroling. This leads to my third confession. Third, I have let my circumstances and my malaise about my earthly future squash my joy in Jesus. Thus, the melody that usually rings in my heart has been getting quieter, and it feels a little like a part of the One God created to proclaim truth against the enemy is getting snuffed out. These past several days I have not been able to speak much less sing,but God has used the quiet and the stillness to begin healing this agony. And then this morning, I heard it. An oldie but a goodie fluttered across my heart strings and my long-lost voice returned: "Why do I sing about Jesus? Why is He precious to me? He is my Lord and my Savior, Dying He set me free!" -Albert A. Ketchum It was only an act of the Loving Holy Spirit to kindly let me praise Him today. And I am pleading with my Lord to let that inner tune of praise daily play in my soul. After all, He Himself is my SONG. Look, I don't know if you are a music person or not, but if you're reading this, you're breathing and if you're breathing, then you ought to be praising. Even Psalms ends with such an instruction: "Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Praise the LORD!" Psalm 150:6 And did you know that this ought to define so much of the way in which we encourage each other. Check this out: "Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly [totally and completely consume you to your core, so that you are overflowing in these areas], teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, SINGING PSALMS AND HYMNS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS, with thankfulness in your hearts to God." Colossians 3:16 Would you describe your life as a musical? The Soundtrack of your life sounds most beautiful when the music flows from a heart that is drenched with the Word of God. Oh, may this be true of us!
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