A New Song
Updated: Aug 25, 2019
After a time of crisis, I came to deeply dislike the question, “How are you?”
It is often uttered as people pass with hardly a change of pace. Perhaps I was most uncomfortable when they did pause, when they did care, and it wasn’t appropriate to be fully transparent. I couldn’t blurt out “fine!” and briskly move on as well. "Fine” was not genuine, it was irritating. 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
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 I sing with a choir . . . with highs and lows . . . reaching a crescendo, an explosion of sound, heard from the east to the west! This song is not just for me. It 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!