Music penetrates my soul in ways nothing else does. I’ve often wondered why but after years of thought on the matter, I’ve discovered the truth.
I come from a line of musicians on my father’s side. Music has always been part of my life for as long as I can remember. My grandfather was in bands, and my father was a music teacher as well as had his own band. Growing up with a music room in our basement was as normal as having a bedroom and bathroom.
Not long ago, I started to make the connection between music, God and the Bible. Why should that surprise me, yet it was one of those “ah, ha” moments. God is so amazing, giving us such beauty through the things he created for us to see, why not the power of music that has the remarkable ability to evoke so many emotions deep within.
Music is there for me:
When I’m sad.
When I’m happy.
When I’m rushed.
When I’m worried.
When I’m hurt.
When I’m stressed.
When I’m bored.
When I’m excited.
When I’m in a good mood.
When I’m in a bad mood.
Music has a way of making everything seem okay. Better. It lightens the burden when the burden is heavy. It allows me to cry when tears refused to let lose. It takes me to a faraway place that I desperately need to go. I connect with the lyrics on a level that deeply speaks to me, allowing me relief in a time of grief.
I enjoy a wide variety of music from county, to pop, to Christian, to… I’m not sure if there’s any genre that I don’t like at least one song and or artist.
It could be the melody, the rhythm, the beat or the lyrics that appeal to me. And other times it’s all of them combined in one.
I once met a woman who said she didn’t like music…What! How could one not like music? The variety is so vast I just can’t phantom someone not finding one genre, one artist, one song that would touch their soul.
Music makes me want to dance.
Music lightens the burden when I clean.
Music lifts my energy to exercise.
Music fills the silence of a long drive.
What does music mean to you?