Turns out, I’m a musical person. I’ve always been in some way, but after some stuff in high school I refused to look at music as anything worth spending time on. In college, when I started actually spending time with the Lord, He opened my eyes to the brilliance of worship and of music. Now I can’t escape it! Seriously, I seem to always have a soundtrack running in my head all the time! Certain things people say will trigger a song to start up or a song will come through my headphones at just the right moment in my day. But sometimes too I think God uses it to speak to me.

Is that weird? Can God do that? I mean, I know He can: He’s God so He can do anything. But would God work that way?

I was reading my WR sister Nicole‘s blog last night about how she was called to the race (She makes it sound more like she was dragged haha. Read it if you get a chance!). At the end she writes, “I think best of all is discovering God hasn’t called me to be an outdoorsy ‘granola’ kind of a missionary. I forget God knows me. He created me and gave me my personality, talents and passions. I’m learning I can serve Him in unique ways and use my desires to reach the nations.”

So God speaks differently to all of us. Each and every member of the Body of Christ hears their personal Savior in their personal way. There’s a song by Jeff Johnson called “Glorious Day”. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve sang this song, but this week as I was jamming out in my car one line resonated in my heart:
 
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming
One day the skies with His glories will shine
Wonderful day, my Beloved One’s bringing
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine

I don’t really know why, but the thought that Jesus is mine always blows my mind. I can tell you all day about how He’s yours, but applying that to myself is a much harder truth to embrace. I just can’t wrap my head around that concept. It probably stems back to that whole inadequacy thing I constantly struggle with, but today the idea hit home.

Almost anytime I sit down with someone or anytime I’m trying to help or encourage someone, a song pops in my head; I can’t help it. So I tell them about it. Well, sometimes I do, but sometimes I feel like a huge dork thinking, “how the heck are some lyrics going to help this person?” and keep my mouth shut. I always feel like I shouldn’t use songs to help people. I try as much as I can to use Scripture because its truth. I mean, it is the word of God. But what if these songs are the Spirit? My ideas of how the Spirit works have been streched beyond recognition over the past few weeks, so I’m open to just about anything. So what if I’m supposed to be telling people the songs that come in my head when I’m around them?
 
[I just pray I’m not supposed to breakout in song around people — I don’t think the Lord would want them to endure that torture!]

Zephaniah 3:17
is one of my favorite verses right now. Just the thought of the Creator of the Universe singing over me give me goosebumps.
 
The Lord your God is with you,
he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing.
 


 
My music is on shuffle right now — “Sweet Sweet Sound” by Sarah Reeves just came on as I was writing this. Here’s the lyrics:
 
I am an instrument of the living God
My life a melody to His name
More than the songs I sing
Worship is everything
I live to glorify my King

Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound

Through all the mire and clay
You’re washing me with grace
You carry me, oh Lord, through it all
So I will testify even in the fire
I live to praise my Savior

Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound

Let everything that has breath
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
And all creation will sing Hallelujah

Hear the song of my life
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
I raise this anthem high

Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound

 
Oh God…you know me so well  🙂