Our lives were meant to be a song. An anthem of the day to day, the mediocre and the mundane, the magical and the mysterious. And as the song plays, it should be pleasing to those taking the time to listen. It should credit the Author of the lyrics and melody. It should resound in a way that others take notice... and want to learn the words.
The music that we live sometimes stretches us. Although beautiful, it beckons us to go to those places we may fear. As we look ahead on the score, we may see a tricky measure where it seems that the notes of life will come flying at us without respite. Other times, a rest in the piece comes disguised as a change in plans. These purposeful pauses take us to the next measure - the next line in our song. We have to patiently advance through those rests in order to go on. If we skip over them because the wait is uncomfortable, the silence deadly, we will miss the beauty in the interlude. Rests are purposeful and we need them to make sure our song blesses the silence. Sing it well.
The noise is easy. It covers. Everyone plays at once and the music barely breathes. However, when all is laid bare and the melody is stripped plain, it is there we see what is really in us... the acoustic music of life as it was intended. Pure, without the cacophony of sound. It may be intimidating to be stripped of the noise, but once it's done, that's when the Conductor can begin to gently add all the sections back, one at a time, to create a masterpiece symphony worthy to wear His name.
Even when it’s hard, keep singing…don’t forget the words. Your life is a song. An acapella hymn of your heart.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.