I have always thought that there is power in the skilled combination of words and music, but never more than in this long winter's night.
When God feels unreachable in the choking darkness, truth put to music cuts through like a shaft of His light, and I feel I can find my way again.
So it was on Thursday as I numbly followed my grandmother's casket out of the church, and heard the introductory notes of "How Great Thou Art" ring out. I couldn't stay lost or numb or forsaken while the truth of God's immensity washed over me in song.
Though my life will never be the same, still He will never change.
So it was all day yesterday while I searched desperately for hope, and heard the chorus of "Naomi's Song" by my friend Kirsten. I couldn't stay hopeless or searching when the truth of God's goodness and purpose confronted me head-on.
Though my hands may be emptied, still He will fill them up with His presence and His love.
So it was late last night while I tried to breathe and not think too much, lest I never find sleep, and heard the verses of Audrey Assad's "How Can I Keep from Singing." I couldn't stay fearful or ungrateful when the truth of God's boundless grace pierced my heart.
Though the darkness gather round, songs in the night He giveth.
And so it was this morning when I awoke with the same heaviness on my chest, and my brother invited me to sing a worship song with him before he left - "Blessed be the Name of the Lord" by Matt Redman. And I couldn't stay self-focused while singing the truth of God's worthiness, a truth that never changes - regardless of my circumstances.
Though He takes away, even still, He gives.