There is a power in music that exceeds words, actions and nearly everything else in the strata of human existence. Music can, and does change the world on a daily basis. I am a particular fan of instrumental music, those large orchestral pieces that give way to sweeping imagery in your mind and heart. I believe that children should be exposed to music of all types at a young age, whether or not parents want them to be musicians or musically inclined at all. Music just makes you feel the waves of life so much better. The piece below, titled “Honor,” speaks to me in a way I can barely describe with words. There is so much going on in this piece, such a story that is being told … please do your day a favor and click below to listen to it once or twice:
I literally LOVE that piece of music.
When I say that music has, at times, saved my life – I mean it. It’s pulled me from ledges, both literal, and figurative over the last six months and I’m glad for it. This piece of music fills me with hope and gives place for the wounds in my soul to hide and recover.
What I’m learning is that no amount of medicine or therapy will help me/make me recover quickly. It’s a timing thing, and the timing doesn’t even get to be all mine. I’m largely in charge of factors, like “Do I take my medicine?” or “Do I go to therapy?” But the timing of all of it, is still not fully my call.
And I hate that. With the fire of 1000 suns.
Saying you don’t like the timing of something is shorthand for saying you don’t like not controlling something am I right? That’s a lesson this 31 year old hasn’t wrapped his head around yet, and I’m almost positive will never fully do. I’m a headstrong, obnoxious person, probably made even more so by my mania (thank you bipolar I), and I just struggle to let go, and let God drive.
It’s time to be still, and know that He’s got the wheel.