The Day I Started To Sing Again

There is a certain quality about music that touches a human body in many ways. Sometimes the music will calm the soul and bring a feeling of peace. Other times the music will incite one to anger and rage. Or, perhaps the music encourages us to break out into song.

As I was traveling to my best friend’s house a few days ago, I had the radio playing in the background. Since the trip takes an hour, I usually enjoy the time to reflect on my life, pray and meditate or just enjoy the anticipation of seeing Kristie. Current music on the radio has not been able to bring much joy to me so I haven’t been playing it too often. This day was an exception.

As I drove along in the sunshine I was enjoying the scenery. Winter is so recently behind us and the fields are just beginning to wear a new green sweater. Some places have dandelions shining through the grass carpets. Homes have more people outside actively tending to yards and gardens. And I found myself singing.

My husband used to make fun of me, because music has always been a large part of my life. I used it to fill empty hours. Or if he had a movie on I didn’t like I would play music through my headphones and read a book. Quite often he would tell me I was singing. I usually didn’t realize that the music had moved me enough that I had unconsciously begun singing along with whatever song was playing. Although I don’t sing well, I loved to sing.

I don’t know when when I stopped singing. It must have been a gradual process as the pain and stress of my life took over. I used to sing all the time, even with songs I didn’t like playing on the radio. The energy of the song would move my spirit and my vocal cords.

And I found myself singing again. As I was driving along the song just burst from me and I was singing along loud and strong. It was so uplifting. I could feel my spirit soaring with the words I was belting out. Truly, I don’t even think it was a special song or one I particularly cared for. I was just happy.

I realized I haven’t been happy for a while. Kristie verified that for me when I spent the day with her. She said she could tell there was a difference to me. I am more relaxed and happier than she has seen me in a very long time. Life had stolen my song and my happiness. I had forgotten how to sing. I still can’t carry a tune, but it isn’t going to stop me from singing anymore!

When did you last sing? Have you lost your song? Find it now before it’s too late. Life is too short to stop feeling the joy of music and song.