“Just sing to Me.”
Memory rises up. From twenty years ago.
I’m traveling in the river of motorcycles and public transport vehicles. Cars and buses. All pressed together in the rush of a mountain city’s traffic.
Navigating the ebb and flow as I drive. Mentally engaged. But not.
Thoughts drift far away. Heart sits heavy.
All around me, the hum and blare of engines revving, horns blowing, peddlers calling.
Sing to Me
I’m a bit lost in that moment.
Perhaps you know what I’m talking about.
Stopping in the middle of everything to wonder. Ask.
Am I where I’m supposed to be? Is this really the place? What exactly is Your way in this?
Then, in the dissonance of everyday traffic noise, it happens.
Simply. Quietly.
A still, small voice.
“Just sing to Me.”
His prompting
A whisper through my mind. With simple finality.
His prompting so utterly clear.
Tender.
True.
So present. And tears fill my eyes.
Then I sing to the Lord.
Praise. Worship.
Letting go
There are days when all feels upside down.
Pieces don’t seem to fit. Or they’re scattered in the hum and blare of everyday traffic.
But I remember that day in our tropical city streets.
“Just sing to Me.”
And turn my eyes to the One and Only.
Letting go of figuring out the why’s. Or when’s and wherefore’s.
O praise the Name of the Lord our God.
What about you?
Do you need to stop where you are and just sing to the Father?
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8 replies on “Sing to Me”
Yes! I have recognised a restlessness in my heart recently and see that I have neglected sabbath.
We sang “The Perfect Wisdom Of Our God” the past 2 Sundays and it is beginning to settle in my heart!
Oh, I’ll have to look that one up. Thanks for sharing.
How about “Breathe on me, breath of God/ Til I am wholly thine. . .” I hope it’s in my heart, if not in my ears, when my last breath happens, for it will — not too many years hence. You are right, Susan (and Samantha), music somehow calms us and centers us when we are, as Susan says, feeling “upside down.” How proud I am of Susan, whose writing I admired a half century ago. Imagine that!
Ah, yes—such a wonderful hymn to have in your heart and on your lips, dear Ellie. I can hardly believe that was 50 years ago you were my favorite teacher, encouraging me to write 😊❤️.
Imagine that!!!
I’ve almost known Susan for that long….
and she has always had a song……
And we loved singing together 😊😊
Feeling homesick seeing the photo of traffic in Indonesia.
Sing to Jesus! What a privilege to sing to him and to know he sings over us as well.
Yes, I always love that verse and image of Him singing over us❤️