Music to my Ears

Even though I don’t sing, and I don’t play an instrument and I am not a very good dancer, music has always been a special part of my life. Certain songs hit my heart and soul so deep that I am mesmerized and unable to move, speak, or even breathe, as I soak in the rhythm and melody.

I remember as a child I laid awake at night trying to find “good songs” on the radio. My town didn’t have an R&B station, but late at night if I moved the dial on the radio a fraction at a time, I might catch a good song; that one that would keep my heart singing for days.

One night as I was in bed turning the dial on my transistor radio, I heard the faint sounds of a gospel song. It was far off in the distance, but it was there. My heart leaped as I knew I had found one! The DJ did not say who the artist was, or the name of the song, but it consumed me nonetheless. Every night for several weeks I scanned the radio stations late at night trying to catch that song again. I never heard it again. To this day I regularly wake up in the middle of the night with a song playing in my head. Over, and over, and over again a song plays as I dance and sing in my sleep.

A few days ago I went to bed as normal, and I woke up at 12:40 am. I had fallen asleep with a Christian television channel playing, and after falling asleep I woke up a couple of hours later hearing a song. I had never heard it before, and I didn’t know who the band was, but it went deep down in my soul, so deep I started dancing and swaying to the music in my sleep. Then I slowly woke up and I continued to sway to the music. I thought that is a wonderful song! Then suddenly I jumped up in bed and I yelled, “Ahhhhh! That’s the Lord.” I realized at that moment that the Lord had awakened me to hear that song. He knew it was the song for me.

I jumped up in bed in a panic. The problem was I didn’t know the name of the song, and I didn’t know the band. If I wanted to buy it, which I did, I couldn’t. I scrambled for my phone because I had an app that would tell me the name of the song and the artist if it could hear it. As the song was coming to an end I fumbled with unlocking my phone. It was at night and I was not wearing my glasses. Three times I desperately tried to unlock my phone before the song ended. Finally, I unlocked it and I found the app I needed. I tapped on the listen button just before the song was about to end and in a matter of seconds, the app recognized the song and the title, and the artist’s name popped up on my screen. I breathed a sigh of relief.

That song was music to my ears. It is now at the top of my playlist!

James 5:13 Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise.



Train Ride

My sister passed away six years ago. When she passed away, she was in a nursing home. She was a quadriplegic, and so before going into the nursing home, she was cared for by various family members, including living with me in my home. She was physically disabled but not mentally disabled. To not burden family members any longer she made the decision to go into a nursing home. She was terrified because she had heard so many terrible things about life in a nursing home. But since she needed 24-hour care she decided that this would be best.

From the moment she arrived she received poor care. I was at the nursing home every day. After a couple of weeks of not getting adequate care, she made the decision that she wanted to escalate her problems up to the director. I supported the decision, and that’s what we did. The director got involved and came back with a plan of action. We didn’t realize at the time that this was a mistake. From the moment she voiced her complaint her care became worse. After she complained she would ring her bell for assistance but no one would answer. One day after ringing the bell numerous times and waiting several hours for help, a technician walked into her room and slammed her hand on the wall turning her light off. She then walked out of the room slamming the door behind her. Once the door was closed, she yelled, “Put this in your pipe and smoke it!”

When my sister told me this, I was livid! I was fighting mad and ready to duke it out with the technician and the director! However, my sister was totally against it. Her response to me was, “Let’s pray about it.” I took a breath and joined my sister in prayer. We prayed for the staff and the treatment of all of the patients in the nursing home. We continued to pray this prayer both together and individually.

One day when visiting my sister, she told me that the woman who had slammed the door and told her, “Put this in your pipe and smoke it,” was on her way home from work when she stopped at a railroad track to let a train go by. A car behind her was speeding and rammed into her car, and her car rammed into the train. The car was dragged several feet. Thank God, no one was hurt. After the accident the woman never returned to work.

We both looked at each other realizing that this was an answered prayer. We counted and realized that everyone who provided poor treatment was gone. They either quit, got fired or were sent to another shift. I looked at my sister, and I said, “Well, I guess when you’re not being nice to God’s people you might end up taking an unwanted train ride.”



He’s Merciful

One day I was talking to the Lord, or I guess I should say I was whining. I was talking about how the enemy’s voice is loud and thunderous and how he walks around like a roaring lion. And how the word tells us that His voice is small and still. I was whining about how sometimes His voice is so hard to discern I feel like I have to ask him to do something specifically so that he can confirm that I was hearing from Him. I’ll do anything the Lord tells me to do as long as I know that its him. You know what I mean, that I know, that I know, that I know it’s him!

One day while in the shower I was speaking with the Lord about how I was having some difficulty with a person at work. Our personalities are opposites. I had tried everything I knew how to try to have an amicable relationship with this person, but it wasn’t working. The more I tried to make peace, the more they fought. It got to the point where it was difficult to come to work. The only thing to do was to avoid each other. This situation bothered me so much that I began to have trouble sleeping.

That evening while lying in bed the Lord told me to talk to my supervisor about the situation. I didn’t want to have the conversation with my supervisor, so I said, “No Lord, I do not want to talk to her. I want to talk to you. Why can’t I talk to you?” He said, “Because you are not in this alone.” Still trying to avoid having a conversation with my supervisor I stupidly said, “Lord if you want me to tell my supervisor about this issue then you are going to have to tell her to ask me point-blank if I’m having any issues with this person, and to name the person by name.” I then fell asleep figuring I would never have to have the discussion. Let me repeat the word stupid right about now.

The next day when I was at work, I stopped by my supervisor’s office to ask a question. Once I got my answer, and just before I walked out the door. She looked at me and asked, “How are things going between you and X?” Immediately I threw my head back, and I laughed and plopped down in the chair. I told her what the Lord had said the night before and I told her about the issues I was having with X.

Praise God he is a merciful God, even when we do not trust him, and yes even when we are stupid.

Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever. Psalm 136