Feel the Music

Sitting at my desk enjoying the day, in pajamas, and coffee within reach. The radio is quietly playing in the background. This entire time it felt like Sunday, but it’s Saturday.

Listening to the music in the background, this song was playing. It’s one of the songs I played to praise, and worship God with while standing on The pier. That was where I  re-connected with God.

In this song, “Words”, by Hawk Nelson, it feels like he is shouting out to God! That is how I felt then, and sometimes now. Plus, as writers, we have a thing about ‘Words’. Enjoy!

 

Feel the Music

I know I have been sharing a lot of Christian music recently, but that is what I have been listening to.

Music was not a part of my life for a season.

Four years ago, I had this phone I absolutely loved, and it had free music on it. You may recall, it’s the phone I used to play my praise and worship music on the pier in Praise Him Anyway

My phone carrier stopped offering the free music feature. When my daughter received a stereo for Christmas, music was back in our home. God wants us to hear, and feel the music.

Psalm 95:1 says, “Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.” This week, I have been singing so much, and so loudly, my throat is sore.

It all started when my daughter hooked up the sub-woofer. It was more than just hearing it like before. I could feel it.

This is song number three this week, but every time it comes on the radio, I jump up and start singing along with it. I’ve danced so much, my dog tries to dance along with me. If my 12-year-old dog gets excited, my hope is God does too.

Through this song, God is saying, “If you could only let your guard down. You could learn to trust me somehow. I swear, that I won’t let you go.”

I’m finally to the point of not letting Him go either.

To Feel Him

I have done a lot of things that make me look like an idiot. Probably one of my all time favorites was when I would praise and worship God on a pier.

I woke up this morning, snagged a cup of Joe, and stepped outside. I love to stand on my front porch, feel the cool breeze, and just soak in the moment. The sun breaks through these two ginormous oak trees right in front of me. It’s like God’s way of saying, “Good Morning.” I walked inside, flipped on the stereo, and stepped back outside.

This moment brought back memories of McDade.

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This pier is where I stood and worshiped God. This picture was taken on a crisp, and frosty morning, but that didn’t stop me from going down there. I still remember the warmth of my feet, breaking through the frost, as I jumped up and down, and danced around. That pier was completely thawed by the time I was done, and so was my heart.

The wooden spool is where I sat my coffee, and laid my phone, which was playing the music to worship Him. I miss that pier. My heart was longing for that feeling this morning, but all I have now is a front porch. Plus, there is a road in front of my house!

I still live out in the country, but since we moved to this little farmhouse in Dale, I haven’t enjoyed that outside ‘praise and worship’ moment. This morning, I could feel, and hear the music coming through the screen door, as I stood on the porch. Instinctively, my feet started bouncing to the beat.

It was the one I shared yesterday in our Feel the Music series. I sat my coffee down, and raised my arms high in the air, and sang along with Tenth Avenue North, “I have this hope…”

My heart began to swell, and it felt like mild electrical waves flushing through my veins. I had goosebumps from head to toe, and it’s just the most exhilarating feeling ever!

I heard a car coming, so I withdrew.

It was the same feeling when I would hear a car coming down the driveway in McDade. I lived on 40 acres, so the only car that drove by was my landlord. He was probably thinking, “We really need to size her up for a little white jacket that ties in the back.” What would this person coming down the road think, if they saw me dancing around my porch? In my pajamas no less!

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This is a picture of my daughter taken in McDade. She is gazing out the window, on a rainy day, looking at the pier. That is how we treat God sometimes. We can feel in our heart what He wants us to do, but let’s just stand here a minute and think about it.

The Bible is full of stories where God asked followers to do things that made them look like idiots. My favorite is Noah. Let’s build an ark, and wait for the rain. The people in this town already shake their heads at me. It wouldn’t surprise them at all to see me building an Ark in my front yard.

They know I’m a writer that lives with my daughter. I wear pajamas way too late in the day. Sometimes the entire day. I had Breast Cancer and walked around bald-headed last year, but….”She’s always happy.” They know what they see, but you can’t see God.

You have to feel Him.

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Feel the Music

My daughter figured out how to hook up the sub woofer to her stereo before she left to go visit her Dad. I now know how to get her out of bed without even walking into her room!

It’s amazing how it feels when something is completely connected. We enjoyed the stereo pre-subwoofer, but now it’s like, Holy Cow! I can feel the vibration of the music. The whole house can, and probably the neighbor!

It’s the same way when we are completely connected to God. I am learning to be still again, and just feel His presence. Just like in that Chemo chair. He is the vibration of life and love. This song has really good bass, so if you can, turn it up and feel it.

“I have this hope, in the depth of my soul. In the flood or the fire, you’re with me, and you won’t let go.”

Feel the Music

When I left my marriage, my daughter and I moved to a little house on 40 acres of land.

It had a pond with a pier standing over it. Early in the morning, I would walk to the pier with my coffee, and phone for music.

Pulling up my playlist of Praise and Worship, I would jump up and down all over that pier praising Him. That was most mornings anyways. There were some mornings all I could do was stand there and whisper the words. Even though I was still praising Him, I was broken.

To me if felt broken, but God hears the Hallelujah.