Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Even before I started piano lessons at age six, the sound of music filled our home constantly. When spending an evening, or a Sunday afternoon at home, the record-player filled the house with beautiful classical music. Besides that, Daddy played the trombone, Mom the cornet, and both sang. As my own voice developed, by age twelve I was singing duets with Mom.
These days, spending the majority of my time at the computer, writing, it has become my custom to listen to music on my computer through Pandora. All instrumental so as not to distract me with vocals, yet I still find myself keeping time to the music. My listening taste is eclectic.
So is it any wonder why songs & music are such an integral part of my life, why when something troubles me, or life challenges me, that I think of some particular song–or songs? There’s always one there, whether it be a hymn, a Sunday School chorus from my childhood, something classical, or even pop music…no matter the circumstances.
This past week, life dealt me a blow that almost crippled me, shattered my heart, challenged my faith, and left me reeling. As I absorbed the enormity of it, two songs instantly came to mind…from the Pop world:
Elvis’ This Time, Lord, You Gave Me a Mountain, (anyone remember that one?), and the BeeGees’ How Do You Mend a Broken Heart? Though their context is entirely different, those titles seemed appropriate for what I was facing.
I was knocked down and out, nowhere to go but to the Lord, on my knees.
Lord, I can’t fix this, though I long to make it all go away, nor can I bear it alone. Forgive me for any part I may have played in this. No! Change that to any part I know I played in this through the mistakes I’ve made in the past.
Then, two other songs sounded in my heart, hymns this time: I Surrender All, and Great is
After that, a peaceful calm settled over me, and I knew this situation was now out of my control, and under God’s, where it belongs.