“How are you?” is often uttered as people pass with hardly a change of pace. During a crisis it can be uncomfortable to answer this question, especially repeatedly. Replying with a typical, casual, and untrue, “Fine!” can irritate tender places. Perhaps it is no easier, and at times more difficult, when others do pause with caring eyes, when they really want to know, “How are you?” A song written from trauma, sung over and over, can cause deep discomfort with its recital. So, I determined that I needed a new song to sing.
I waited patiently for the LORD; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in Him. (Psalms 40:1-3, NIV)
He will sing through me a new song. It won’t be a solo eeked out a cappella. It will be one of symphonic measure—in harmony with a choir . . . with highs and lows . . . reaching a crescendo—heard from the east to the west! This song will use me, and be for me too, but it will not be just for me. I am so happy to be part of something great that only God can do! The Maestro is composing, conducting, and teaching His great works!
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