It’s possible to go through a day without music. I’m just not sure if it’s that much better a day without it.
There’s the music that I’ve heard. I love listening to it. I applaud how the instruments are crafted together in the amazing soundscapes. The way they craft the lyrics evokes something deep inside. Then, the singer invests the energy and precision to relay those lyrics in ways that imprint my inner being.
Then there’s the music that I contribute to. Nah, I’m not a musician, but as with everyone who has a voice, I can sing. And I don’t really care what people think of my singing. When I get into it, singing along and giving it maximum effort, there are few feelings more exhilarating. I was blessed growing up to have an older sister with a great ear for good music and a younger brother who is brilliant in every element of the musical process - writing, producing, performing on multiple instruments, arranging, etc. I was blessed with all that in my hearing at home, and getting to tag along with those two gave me a rich appreciation for the blessing of being a part of the expression of the joys in music.
Singing to God, especially, and having those range of emotions and experiences to express to God in song is something I cherish more and more. Not just to say it to Him or write it to Him, but to pour my heart out in a song that only He hears and only He knows, and then He responds in a way pleasing to Him. That’s a precious gift.
It’s precious because I am not guaranteed anything in this journey of life—not even the capacity to take the next step. As He allows the moment to take another step in the journey as the music plays within and without, it changes my approach and my attitude.
Thank God for the song.
For His Name's Sake
C. L. J. Dryden
Shalom
