The Power of Music

Those near and dear to me, and even those who are merely acquaintances, know that I love music. My profession and hobbies have something to do with music. I love it. Music lifts and heals me.

Now, I have always loved music. But, these last few months, God has connected me with music nearly every day, in a big way. I'm starting to wonder if it was to help me out of this addiction. I am surrounded, daily, by beautiful, inspiring music! Music of the Great Composers, or music of Americana with inspiring lyrics, or delightful ditties... music all around me. Also, He has recently made it known to me that I can write music. Oh, and how good it feels to create.

Music is a gift from God, and, like most gifts from God, can also manipulated by the Adversary, and become a tool of the devil. Music, I believe, is fundamentally good! And it must be, in order for Satan to twist it for his own use. Aren't all of his lies a twisted version of the Truth?

The lie usually seems easier, and often seems more enjoyable. But, as is the case in all of his lies, the Truth is far more beautiful than the lie. Sometimes it seems easier to listen to the music that inspires anger and fear. It is alluring because it can make the listener feel validated. But, music is so powerful that it can alter one's mood! Why would I choose to feed my mood with anger and hate and bitterness?

When I choose to listen to music that will enrich my soul as opposed to music that will keep or bring me down, I am empowered! I always have a song in my head. It has recently come to my attention that this isn't true for everyone, and I can't imagine having a songless mind at any moment! How is it even possible? It's so weird to me! ha. Anyway, when I listen to good, inspiring music, I have good, inspiring music playing in my head. Over the past few months, I have come to recognize the power this gives me.

I'm not saying there is not value to a sad song. Often, there is a beauty to melancholy, particularly in a haunting, minor melody. However, lately, I have been choosing to rise above melancholy, and have been using music to facilitate that.

I'm amazed by the power it has on shaping my day, my attitude, my very choices.

Thank you, God, for leading me on a path that brought me to a place of constant, beautiful music.

It seems to me that my Heavenly Father really, genuinely wants me to be happy, free, and His. He must think I'm pretty special.

In my head now is this beautiful piece: