Something’s missing.
That is how I have felt these past few weeks. I don’t have to embark on a search party to find what I am missing, because I feel it deep down. Deep in the soul. I know what it is: it is music.
I think the feeling of void came flooding back when I was making a short list of important songs for my parents before they left for their trip. One song being an old favorite by rock band Petra, I spent a few hours one evening between email replies singing to oldies by watching music videos. I admit–I even watched my boy band. Yes, this is extreme music voidness if you find yourself reliving those junior high obsession heart-throb days. But there was no turning back; Plus One’s hit is forever, “Written on My Heart.” 😉
And so Easter morning arrives…yesterday was gorgeous. The sun shining as if radiating glory and proclaiming, “He’s Alive!” Not that Easter morning has to be sunny. Jesus is very much alive today as He was yesterday or will be tomorrow. That is the hope and joy of Easter. (Hebrews 13:8.) But the sun made it extra special to say the least and I was excited for worship that drive to church.
My excitement wore off as we started singing. I only knew two songs. Sure, I could read the lyrics on the power-point and could make-up tunes of how I thought the song sounded based on the tempo I was lip-reading (a bit fun, almost like imagining character voices in your head when reading books), but it is not the same. The void came crashing back and instead of Easter joys, my mind started meddling with self-pity.
The sermon starts and I am not getting much out of it, because there was no sermon notes left in the foyer, nor did they use the power-point unlike usual Sundays. My eyes are not lip-reading well that far from the pulpit, so I start thinking of music and my favorite Easter songs, such as “He’s Alive” by Don Francisco. Then in almost in demanding anger, I say in my head, “I want to hear music!” The music void.
I sit and think. Then it dawns on me, like the morning sunlight: My ears are dead and useless to me now, but one day, they will hear again. And what a sound it will be!!!
My Life with NF2 
Petra! I used to confuse them with Pantera all the time. Absolutely not the same.
haha, most definitely not the same. 🙂
…because He lives!!
Indeed! 😀
and that is a promise our Promise-Keeping GOD makes!
Trusting the promises should be so simple; sometimes, I think it is hardest to remember during these moments of “despair.”
What a wonderful day when we will experience all of God’s wonderful promises! Praise be to God!
Reminds me of the hymn: “Standing on the Promises.” Except I now get the tune mixed up with “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms.” I am glad I can still at least read sheet music, because I have to look those two hymns up to get my music beat correct in my head. Both wonderful hymns!
Yes, you will hear again my dear sweet sister – forever and ever in the presence of God. What a wonderful promise to hold on to!!! ❤ Megs