It’s hard to even describe the impact music has on me. But not being for lack of words, I’ll give it a go.
In joy music can make us smile, move, sing and shout
In preparation music can inspire exceptional performance
In our environment music can change the mood of us and others around us
In sorrow music can extract tears from the deepest pool in our bodies
In worship music can move us beyond words, even taking our breath away
For me, I long to experience music that moves me beyond my ability to function. Does that sound crazy? I have had moments, both in sorrow and in worship, where I no longer have the ability to speak. Music as a reminder of experiences and relationships, in sorrow, can feel like the heaviest of weights, yet it’s cleansing. Music as a vehicle in worship, can take the very words away.
I have a hard time submitting to God, and every now and then, He reminds me of its importance. Giving Him worship… forgetting the place I’m at, the people around me, the circumstance I am in – almost always results in a time when I have to gather myself. When I can’t get past tears, not of sorrow, but of a recognition of who God is. And I can’t speak. The feeling is amazing. I can’t fully explain it. And still, I long to REALLY experience that. I’ve only scratched the surface.
I was standing in church, overwhelmed by God in worship, watching a person who was in their own space, even dancing, arms stretched to the sky and Totally Experiencing God….
…. I wondered what that’s like.
