02-19-Wk3_Then-Sings-My-Soul
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Journaling:
Music has been a comfort to my soul as long as I can remember. I have sung in choirs and ensembles from early grade-school on. My parents didn't believe in spending money on music, so I never learned to play an instrument. But I had several awesome music teachers who taught me to read music and appreciate it. When I was in my 50s we attended a home church (still do!), and someone suggested the autoharp as a simple instrument that I might be able to learn to play in order to accompany our hymn and chorus singing. The next day I bought an autoharp, took a few lessons from a woman doctor whose avocation was playing the harp, and for 16 years I've played and loved this beautiful instrument.
More recently, the Lord has brought to mind lyrics I have put to music and shared with our assembly. People are always wanting to give me credit for writing the songs, but I know it wasn't me! I'm really not a musician, and so many of the words that have been given to me by the Holy Spirit are far more profound than anything I could write on my own. I've tried to force myself to write songs, and they won't come. So I rest in Him, and am sometimes rewarded. But even then, they don't just flow. I have to work at the words. And because I'm not a musician, slogging out the melody, first one finger at a time on a piano, then finding the chords and writing them out is difficult, but beloved labor.