I’ve had this song stuck in my head for a couple days. Don’t feel bad for me because the song is pretty epic-ly awesome. It’s 80’s, it’s melodramatic and not a bad song to have stuck in your head.
I think the only way to get it unstuck is just to go with it. I found it on youtube and decided to play it to wake my husband from his sweet slumber this morning. Two birds, one stone.
I sashayed into the bedroom and dramatically belted out, “Take…these broken wings! And learn to fly again!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1M80Z7zTjo You’re welcome.
I think he appreciated it.
He’s used to this sort of thing because I love music and I love singing (and dancing) and my home is my stage. I didn’t say I sing well but whatever I lack in talent I make up for in gusto.
Seriously though, music can touch us like nothing else. I recently read the book “Finding God in the Ruins” by Matt Bays and he talks about the song, the music of our lives. Jarrod Drawbaugh also speaks beautifully of letting out the song of our lives in this blog- http://www.infjwriters.com/dear-infj-advice-recently-deceased-philosopher-author/ and as a person of faith this got me thinking of how my song is inextricably connected with His song.
As a follower of Christ there have been many times where I’ve felt utterly defeated. Times where; I fell hard into an old sin pattern. I fell hard into depression. I fell hard into feeling worthless. As an INFJ, I see things very symbolically and the image I had of these times was that of being cast down into the dust while the enemy of my soul sneered triumphantly over me. While he hurled insults and accusations. Many of which had more than an element of truth to them.
But at times like that when I felt the darkness closing in, I would hear something else. Quiet but unmistakable. An ancient song, the kind that leaved you with goosebumps as it awakens pangs of hope and images of Heaven.
I think of the women caught in the act of adultery, recorded in the book of John, verse 8. She had been humiliated and thrown into the dirt. Surrounded by her accusers. Too ashamed to lift her head. I can imagine her accusers in breathless anticipation awaiting Jesus’ verdict, as their eyes darted from the woman to the Christ…The Bible says that Jesus stooped down and began to write in the dust. Theologians argue about what he was writing and why. But I wonder if maybe he was tracing out the lyrics to an ancient melody. Maybe he hummed quietly a song that only that woman could hear. The same fingers that set the stars in place wrote out this lowly women’s redemption. “He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support… You give me your shield of victory, and Your right hand sustains me; You stoop down to make me great.” Psalm 18:17-18 & 35
There are two voices, two messages we can listen to. The ceaseless voice of the accuser or the quiet hum of God. We can sing along with the voice of defeat or belt out the song of triumph.
I find in my own life that God is always speaking. It is up to me to have my internal settings tuned to his frequency. Whether I’m bopping through life to an upbeat 80’s tune (ah yiss) or immobilized in the dirt, God is always singing over my life. He always has and He always will.
“He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17
My God is the God that stoops down in the dirt with us, to lift our tear-stained faces. This is the God that rejoices over us with singing. This is the God that puts a song of hope in our hearts, a song unique to each and every one of us.