“…speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord,” Ephesians 5:19 (NIV)
I was having one of those days. Maybe you know the kind. We were in a public place, I was in a bad mood, and I didn’t try to hide it. I was being stubborn, I knew it, and I didn’t care. Instead of making the right choice of confessing my bad attitude and asking for God’s help, or at the very least keeping quiet, I chose to vent to my husband out in public.
He chose to respond Biblically. He didn’t argue, confront, or remind me how silly I looked “whispering my argument.” He just loved me. As we got in the car and he began driving, he switched on WCSG, our local Christian station. There was palpable tension in the car. The kids were occupied, my husband was driving, and I continued to silently dig in my heels, wanting my own way.
As the music played, it was as though it washed over my soul, soothing my tension, and allowing God’s voice to be heard over my stubbornness. Without any audible words, I soon realized how stupid I was being. I needed to apologize — not just for the ridiculous behavior at the grocery store, but for the initial incident that began my downward spiral. There was no condemnation – just a gentle whisper from God reminding me that He loves me always, but there is a better way.
He reminded me of tidbits from a conversation regarding respect I’d had with my oldest earlier that week. That cinched it. I knew I needed to apologize. I’d been wrong when I’d harshly whispered “I’m sorry,” in the store, said only to restore peace. This time, though, after God’s love was able to replenish my spirit, I truly was sorry and wanted to show my husband my genuineness. I first chose to apologize to God for my poor representation of Him and then apologized to my husband for my overall behavior.
It wasn’t until later that night when I was reflecting on how much better our day ended than began when I was able to see how music was the bridge. My heart had been hardened for unknown reasons, but when I allowed words about my Father to penetrate my soul, there was a shift. Peace returned and I was able to hear God whisper the words I needed to hear.
I heard once Satan can’t stand to hear songs that praise our Heavenly Father and if we’re playing such music, he has no choice but to leave. When I allowed myself to get quiet and soak in the tune and lyrics on that Saturday, I experienced peace where I’d been feeling anger just moments before.
Has that ever happened to you? Does music affect your moods? When you’re discouraged or depressed, has certain music or lyrics calmed you down or encouraged you?
©2014 Cheri Swalwell