“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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Note
This post was originally published in September 2024. While I take a writing break in August, I’m re-posting a random selection from years past.
6 replies on “Sing to Me”
You might have been in South Asia where I was this summer. Yes when I sing praises to Him it always helps me.
absolutely love this! So much noise; all around us; all the time. Thankful for this reminder!
Charlotte
This was meant to be, if not for anyone else but me. Thank you sister.
Yes, this brings memories back to my mind too! Rush, overwhelming, and funny! All the horns and funny sights, things I couldn’t imagine hanging off motorbikes!
I miss it!
I’m praying for a friend who is having medical tests this morning – this is a great reminder that whatever or wherever we can connect with Him! He is always there!
… a still… quiet .. barely above a whisper… a rustle of the leaves… a ripple on the pond…the Master of the wind … the Maker of the rain …I hear my name … my name … He is here … here ….