Wednesday, May 16, 2012

the cure for afternoon stress

Life piled up, and my stomach knotted.  Worries of life choking out the joy.  Wandering around anxious about everything, unable to function. 

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)

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