Pump up the Jam

I love good music. But I’m not gonna lie, I know very very little about bands, instruments and music in general. But I know what I like and I know what it does for me, and my little fam-jam. Do you have a favourite song, or band (or two or three)? Is there anything more therapeutic than beautiful music? There probably is – but for the purposes of this post, I’m gonna go with, No there’s totally not. And it may just be the case, at least, in the way and for the purposes I mean.

God created us. He gave us desires for music, and to sing. Many people have told me one of their favourite books of the Bible is the book of Psalms. David was a man after God’s own heart (given the title by God himself), he wrote beautiful songs of encouragement and praise, along with many other themes. Today’s music is definitely ultra-modernized in comparison to that of David’s time, but they represent the same God-given attributes.

Praise, expression, love, hope, hardship, and freedom all remain in our music today. Yes, some are much less “tasteful” (I’m officially old – I use this word now) and certainly wouldn’t be classified as Christian, but all music is created from the talents God gave us. He instilled a longing for music and song and to “make a joyful noise” (Ps100:1).

You may be wondering why I am now writing on music in the midst of a struggle series I just started. Well, actually, it fits. I don’t know about you, but music is often the pick-me-up I need on a bad day. Last year (2014) our little family had the absolute worst year we could have possibly imagined. And just when we thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. But we ran to God, and He put music on our hearts (along with so much more). Matt created an awesome playlist and us and our two baby boys jammed like our lives depended on it – and in many moments, I think it did. Our boys love music, so it made it that much more fun. We’d turn the music too loud, stay up too late, sing out loud and dance our little hearts out; except when Daddy couldn’t use his leg, much less dance on it, in those moments we danced for him while he sang for us. It was beautiful, and it brought our little family closer. We fell in love with random overly popular Christian hits of the time, most of which no one else we knew enjoyed. To us, it had the exact words of encouragement, and the beat we needed to brighten our souls in a time of sheer despair.

Its too easy to get caught up in the latest trend. It’s too easy to forget where we came from and to thank God for our freedoms and salvation. In the blink of an eye it can all change. Everything you thought was what you wanted, all your written out goals and dreams, your future as you knew it, changes. I can’t explain that moment until you experience it. It changes you; if you are blessed and lucky enough it will change you for the better. I can only pray that you will be blessed enough to find strength and comfort in God when your trials come along. And as G now says don’t forget to “shake your bootie!”

“The Lord is my strength and my song” – Exodus 15:2