Music

Last night I had one of the best nights I have had in a long time. As a thank you, the 722 staff hosted a gathering in our honor for serving on one of the 722 teams. They showered us with thanks, dessert, and music. We sang (a lot) and danced (a little) to our favorite hits performed by a guitarist and keyboardist.

It’s the music! My soul is elated and free when a song is in the air. When I am listening, and groovin’, to the music that’s when it happens. My soul feels weightless and alive! Sometimes the liberation comes like the slow release of a ribbon on a pristine wedding gown and other times it’s like the burst of wrapping paper on a Christmas gift!

And it prompts a response, an emotion, a healing. A tear prompted by a county song. An energetic shout provoked by a one hit wonder. A smile encouraged by the whisper of a lullaby. A dance stimulated by a praise chorus. A head bang triggered by a rock song. A soul search persuaded by a virgin artist’s debut song.

It’s every kind of music! The freedom shows up in the carefree dancing to a children’s song or the lyrics of a song written by Jamie that have yet to find their tune. Other times it’s in the retro moves to an old 80s hit or in the calm outstretched arms during a worship chorus. It is even revealed during the grind to a rap song with questionable lyrics and the rhythmic serenity of the roll of ocean waves. My soul bursts!