The music of my life

What is the music of my life? How about my soul? Is the music one of sweet harmony or of bitter discord? Or, maybe, it’s flat and toneless, without any emotion at all. What if I don’t like the music that plays; can I change it?

Too often I think we resign ourselves to ‘our lot in life’, thinking that ‘this is the way things are’, there’s no sense in even thinking about changing because nothing will change anyway.  Nothing ever changes. Ever.

I would be wrong if I thought that. Just because life isn’t good now and the music playing is discordant and fearful, it doesn’t mean I don’t have the power to change it. It’s not that I’m all-powerful or anything. I’m really a weak and hapless human being who happens to know Someone Who has the power. Someone Who has strength and energy in buckets. Someone Who will willingly meet me where I am, empower me, and lead me out of the disharmony of my own making. Someone Who will show me how to make the music sweet again.

I don’t know why He does what He does. I don’t know how. But what I do know is that He loves me beyond all reason; would do what is necessary to keep me safe from harm; and when I am at my weakest, He will whisper my name in my ear, in my soul, in my heart and I will respond to Him with grateful and adoring love. And I will marvel at the truth that He knows my name.

The Lord has called me from the womb; from the body of my mother has He made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1)

Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget you. behold, I have engraved you upon the palms of My hands; your walls are continually before Me. (Isaiah 49:15-16)