I went to bed one night this week not feeling well. My back ached, my hip hurt, I couldn’t get comfortable. In the morning I awakened feeling somewhat better after sleeping eight hours, but still hurting. “You’re going to the doctor tomorrow–you’ll feel better then,” Jim said, trying to encourage me. I grumped some reply.

We went to our Bible reading and prayer time and usually this is the ticket for me to feel better–emotionally at least. But it didn’t.

First, I spilled coffee all over the couch and on the floor. I got up in a huff and tripped on my prayer shawl, nearly crashing to the floor. Jim quickly came over and tried to convince me it was OK and he’d help clean things up. I was grumpy still. I didn’t feel like being helped.

Then it was time for the core regimen we do every-other-day. I put some music on that I hoped would lift my spirits and motivate me to do my push ups, plank, and sit ups. At first, I just grunted and groaned, but after awhile, the words of the CD began to touch my soul. This was a worship choir. I like their harmony–not the boring-to-me two part harmony that seems to be the common trend of worship music now. There was full on four-part harmony. I sang along in whatever voice I felt like duplicating: alto, second soprano, tenor.

I began to feel better. Yes, my hip still hurt, but I got through my core. My hurting body wasn’t crying out to me as much as it was earlier.

He came to live, live a perfect life
He came to be the Living Word, our Light
He came to die, so we’d be reconciled
He came to rise to show His power and might and

[Chorus]
That’s why we praise Him, that’s why we sing
That’s why we offer Him our everything
That’s why we bow down and worship this King
‘Cause He gave His everything
‘Cause He gave His everything

He came to live, live again in us
He came to be our conquering King and Friend
He came to heal & show the lost ones His love
He came to go prepare a place for us (Tommy Walker).

The album went on–even to Christmas melodies. They, too, spoke to my heart.

I grew up in a family that always sang. In the car. In church. At home. Even performing at times. For me, a remedy for feeling better will always be music. It was to the Psalmist too:

Sing to the LORD, praise His name; proclaim His salvation from day to day (Psalm 96:2 NASB).

While we live on this earth, we will be concerned with something going on in the world: wars, rumors of war, famine, pestilence, viruses. But, we know one day, they will end. Until that day, we will SING! It’s getting closer every day!

Thanks for reading my blog.

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