An ancient king once cried out to God in a time of desperation and desolation. “I sing in the shadow of Your wings!”
I am astonished.
“I sing . . . ?” Is that what you and I do when we’re feeling crushed? By really, really hard stuff. By the eminent loss of something or someone we’ve put our blood sweat and tears into. By the enemy of fear and deep personal doubt?
There is something to that, something about our soul crying out in a surrendered way to Someone higher and greater than our loftiest self. My soul sings . . . maybe my mind hasn’t caught up yet with what my spirit somehow understands. That singing can light the way to a path forward.
Can we follow the lead of an ancient king and give voice to our angst with a song?