The night before, I had gone to bed with a heavy heart. My day had been hard. I was so busy that I neglected to pay some bills on time, and I could not seem to shake off thoughts of the late charges that I had incurred. I tossed and turned all night.
But I woke up with a song in my mind. I could not identify it precisely--the name of the song and the artist were just out of my mental grasp. As I walked downstairs to do my morning exercises, it came to me: Bluebird, by Paul McCartney and Wings. I searched for the CD, found it, and as it started to play, I dropped to my knees on the exercise mat. With the first notes I heard, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of joy. This was exactly what I needed to hear to bring me out of my dark mood.
As the music continued and my joy increased, I remembered a time that I had watched my daughter dance with a similar joy to another song on the very spot where I was now kneeling. And I knew in that moment that God created us to be joyful. He put that song in my mind to lift me up, and in my joy, on my knees, I gave thanks for the day.
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