October rolled around and I had forgotten about the 31-day challenge to write every day on one particular topic. I’m late to the party but hoping I can add a little something here each day until the end of October. Even that will be a challenge for me. My topic will revolve around “Linking with Jesus.”
Aren’t there so many things on the internet that ask us to link up with them? Everything from the “Linked-In” site itself to people on social media and even to our blogs. But how often do I link up with Jesus? Connect with Him, one-on-one, listen for His heartbeat, meditate on His words of love? For me, not often enough. I can find a million other distractions that draw me to listen and act on what I’ve heard or seen.
The idea for this topic came to me the other day while I was digging in the dirt, making mud pies out of my fresh potting soil so that my new mums would have a moist, welcoming home. While separating the dirt to make a hole for the deepest purple mum, strains of familiar music from a nearby parked car reached my ears.
A smile broke across my face as I recognized the tune from my early teen years. My first inclination was to wonder why the young boys across the street were listening to such “Oldies” music. Then I thought perhaps it was a remake of the original song and something that might be popular again these days.
As I listened, I felt transported to those times. The mood I felt when I heard the song, the crush on had on some young guy at the time, the place I had been, and yes, almost feeling young again. I couldn’t stand the curiosity. So groaning I raise myself up from the kneeling position in front of my plants to see where the music was originating. Another smile as I recognized an older neighbor stepping out of his car.
“Ah,” I thought to myself.” He’s got an “Oldies” station on. Wishing he’d kept the music on, I went back to my planting and thought about how much music moves me. It enlivens my emotions and creates images in my mind.
If secular music can carry me away to a place I remember fondly–although some can strike melancholy or sad notes in my memory–how much more should I be listening to praise music which carries me to throne of Christ where I can experience His forever love? It leaves the sweet taste of the Lord like honey on my lips and in my heart.
I want to link up with His words set to melodious rhythms and to see His face, remembering the joys of when we first met and the many times He has blessed my life. Such sweet memories on which to dwell.
“As the deer panteth for the water So my soul longeth after thee You alone are my heart’s desire
And I long to worship thee