I’m not a crier.
As a teenager I spent a heavenly week at a Young Life camp in Malibu, Canada. At the end of our session, my cabin mates and I exchanged phone numbers and address. The rest of them also exchanged tears. I was sad to leave my one week of paradise and all my new friends but I somehow couldn’t participate in the “rain fest” As I waved goodbye on the boat, my face was wet from the waves splashing up, not from inward emotions.
What was wrong with me?
Often I’ve wanted to cry and the tears become stuck in my eyes. My gut would ache, my throat would have a large lump but no tears appeared.
I’ve learned over the years that that’s okay. I’m not a hard uncaring person. Quite the opposite, I spend time with a phone ministry helping women in crisis move beyond. But I don’t always have the luxury of tears. I’m envious of those who can release their pain with salt droplets. Still, that’s how God made me.
Ah ha.
Enter Paul Baloche. Have you ever listened to his music? His songs are simple, I can dissect his guitar chords by listening a few times. His music doesn’t have complicated musical arrangements. Only simple tunes. But often power is in the uncomplicated, healing in the humble.
I turned on Spotify today and his music poured over me. And, suddenly all the sadness I’ve gone through in the last few years released. Tears ran down my cheeks, my nose turned red as I reached for a Kleenex. God used a musician dedicated to Him to heal my pent up feelings.
I am thankful for music’s power in my life. It’s been a healing balm.
Do you have a favorite musician that blesses you? It doesn’t have to be particularly religious or Christian. Healing music is everywhere
Psalm 126: 5-6
“He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.”
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