Sunday, January 20

He gives me a song

Photo by spaceabstract  Creative Commons

For the last several days in a row, I've been waking up with a song in my head.  It might be 4:37 a.m., and the wail of Emmalie stirring from her sleep two doors down rouses me.  The moment my eyes open, a song lyric enters my consciousness.  And not just any song, it's one I need to hear.  The chorus of a song at the perfect moment.   A new song, one I've heard on the radio just a handful of times. 

Or it might be at a more decent hour like 8:41 a.m., like this morning when I woke up with a start, realizing that I should have set an alarm because I needed to be out the door to a meeting by 9:30 a.m. dressed and fed, and have a baby dressed and fed too.  Even in a rush, a song appears.  I am continually taken aback each morning at the clarity at with I "hear" the song, in the artist's voice even. 

I love music. 

It speaks to me, as I'm sure it does many of you.  I wish I was more musically inclined.  I wish I would have stuck with the piano or violin.  If I tried playing now, I'd sound like a kindergartener just plinking at the keys or screeching out my first attempt at a song with a bow.  (Any former Suzuki violin students out there?  How about a little "mississippi river, mississippi river, mississippi river, mississippi river..." I know you know what I'm talking about.) I love to sing and can carry a tune, but my voice is nothing to write home about.  If I could pick up an instrument now and play it well, I'd pick a bass guitar.  Are you shocked? 

But God knows my heart, and that I am touched deeply by music.  Waking up with a song hand selected for me, is like reading a love note written with me in mind in the morning hours.  And it reminds me of God's deep and personal love for me.  Me!  Amazing. 

What are some special and personal ways you've had God speak to you?  I'd love to hear about them.

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