So I opened up the laptop and pulled a little David Crowder off the medicine shelf. Plugged in the speakers and hit function key-volume-up-up-up. Really high up, and I started cleaning house to the music. The beat so loud I could feel it through the floor.
All the rhythm and words of hope and truth massaged out the knots. And I sang –really bad and really loud. Even moving a little bit more than a baptist pastor’s wife probably should.
Like the day Matt bought Bryan Adams’ If you really love a woman off iTunes, and we each put in an ear bud and slow danced in the kitchen –sometimes you just have to take a break and feel the love.
“My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul.” (Psalm 108:1 NIV)