Playing Our Song

Music. It’s not really my thing. It doesn’t make my world go ’round. I’m not musically inclined. I’m not even sure I can carry a tune. I can play a few chords on a piano, but nothin’ too fancy.
Oddly enough, it’s how God has chosen to speak to me. Don’t write me off as crazy just yet. In the past three years, there have been several occasions where two songs clearly, clearly, spoke to me.
The first was when I was pregnant with Baby Gray. I had just had a conversation with Mrs. Fix-It about wanting to stay home when he arrived. It wasn’t looking possible, and (I thought) time was running out. I hopped in the car to go grab Chick-fil-A for dinner, and loud and clear, NeedToBreathe sang to me. No one else. It was clear as day. God was sharing that He wanted Something Beautiful for our lives once Baby Gray came and that He had it taken care of. I felt complete peace about the completely unknown option that I knew God had tucked away for me. Not long after, I was presented with an opportunity to work from home that was more than perfect for our family. Each time that song comes on, I am reminded of God’s promise. I am reminded of the beautiful life we live everyday. The fabulous job I have, and the time I have with Baby Gray. Beautiful. 
As we approach this new chapter in our lives, God has used this song again to speak to me. The first time, a Thursday, I was on the phone and didn’t catch His message (I remembered it later). He’s a God of details, though, so the next time He had the opportunity, the following Saturday, He used it. As I cruised into our hometown to watch the boys show, loud and clear came my promise of Something Beautiful. He wants to honor our marriage and our time together. He wants us to have the extra two hours to use as a family. He has it perfectly orchestrated. Something Beautiful, indeed.

I don’t have all the words yet to share what happened with the second one, but it was clear as day. It’s been reinforced several times. It’s totally His story to share, and I will. I’m just not quite there yet.

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