How Can We Keep From Singing?

By Sandy Kirby Quandt

Since the LORD is the lord of heaven and earth, tell me, how in the world can we keep from singing? Regardless of what he permits or plans for our lives?

Can the clay pot tell the potter he didn’t get it right? “Uh, this handle seems a little thick. Could you pinch off some of the excess?”

After sharing the news regarding my recent diagnosis of Lupus, I received mixed reactions. Some have been sympathetic. Some have been silent. Some have responded in anger at the very idea.

Like many of you, life events and circumstances have beat me up and spit me out many, many times. When people question with a “Why you?” I respond with a “Why not me?”

Many of you face ordeals that are enough to put someone into an unrecoverable spiral. Yet, by the grace of God, you still stand to face another day.

God is faithful to bring beauty from the ashes. Thank you, Jesus.

Among Pilot’s talents and abilities is his love for playing music. Most evenings, he pulls out one instrument or the other. His songs of praise are an offering to the maker of that music.

When I step outside and listen, the birds’ choruses rise to the heavens. Somewhere in their songs I believe is praise to the Creator.

To my memory, my dad whistled or sang most days. I believe it pleased God to hear Dad express both his pain and joy that way.

Music.

One way to express our joy. One way to express our pain. One way to acknowledge the God who is much, much, bigger than we are. The God who holds us in his righteous hand, and will never leave or forsake us.

No matter what the future holds we need not fear, for we know who holds tomorrow.

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But let everyone who trusts you be happy; let them sing glad songs forever. Protect those who love you and who are happy because of you. Psalm 5:11 (NCV)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Gotta’ Keep Singing

Bing PhotoGloom. Despair. Misery.

This planet we inhabit is full of tragedy, heartache, and distress. It’s been that way ever since Adam and Eve sinned, introduced evil and decay into the world, and were kicked out of the Garden of Eden. From the looks of things, I think it’d be safe to say life will continue to be in a downward spiral, until the Lord Jesus returns.

That’s just the way it is.

Does that mean we are destined to wallow in the misery? Hang our heads in a depressed state? Shove our hands into our pockets, shrug our shoulders, and give up?

Bing PhotosI don’t think so.

How do expectant parents recover from the loss of their unborn child?

How does one cope with the sudden death of a loved one?

How do you survive the bully’s taunts?

Betrayal? Chronic pain? Job loss? Alzheimer disease?

Economic uncertainty? Terrorism? War? Tyranny?

Long ago, in the 7th Century B.C. actually, the Prophet Habakkuk had questions and doubts about the way things were turning out for the people of Judah. Like us, he didn’t understand why evil was so prevalent. Seems Habakkuk came to the realization sin caused destruction, but faith gets us through the destruction which sin causes.

Guess that’s the hope we hold onto during our times of upheaval. Hope in the One who conquered death. The One who has defeated Satan. The One who has promised to come back for us, and take us home to live with him forever. Even when it seems like everything around us is hopeless.

Feeling a little down? Sing out to the One who loves you more than you could ever imagine. Whether there are olives on the trees, or not.

Bing PhotosEven though the fig trees have no fruit and no grapes grow on the vines, even though the olive crop fails, and the fields produce no grain, even though the sheep all die and the cattle stalls are empty, I will still be joyful and glad, because the Lord God is my savior. The Sovereign Lord gives me strength. He makes me sure-footed as a deer and keeps me safe on the mountains. Habakkuk 3:17-19 (GNT)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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