I'm intrigued by soundtracks. A carefully written score can be like velvet ribbon entwined throughout a movie.
I believe our lives contain soundracks, too, composed by the great Creator. I believe He writes exquisite melodies that are interlaced through our history. He loves our sound. Loves to go back again and again to listen to the LP's of our lives.
Today I walked to the tidal creek near my house. Even though I go there frequently, the environment never disappoints me. This morning, the waters lay still with no ripple of disturbance. A seagull roosted on a dock post. A boat nestled nearby, quiet, lolling in the green-gray waters. The marsh grasses reflected the shift toward autumn, their leaves golden. No wind.
I stood on the creek bank, peaceful. Listening. On my headphones I heard a song by Yiruma, Your Autumn Scene. The melody seemed to capture the soundrack of my life at this juncture, my heart a door, open to the day, able to hold God's love. Comparing the songs of my life with no other person's score. Believing that God is dazzled and delighted with my soundtrack--that He enjoys to listen again and again to what He's created, no matter if I'm making headway, or flowing backward. Often when I'm weakest, He increases the volume of my songs, reassuring me, comforting me, revealing His artistry.
And you, dear reader? What do you hear?
I stand silently to listen for the one I love...~Psalm 62:1 (The Passion Translation)