I remember the first song that Jay and I crafted together on a church trip and then the one that Greg and I did together our junior year of high school. Music seems to speak to most of us in some way shape or form. One of my favorite memories is the song I wrote that was played at my wedding, with Greg on the piano and Jay doing the lyrics.
Now, years later, I am blessed with two children who are musically gifted in the ways I had only dreamed of. The things they can do amaze me. I could listen to them play and sing for days, and my house is filled with music all the time. The music isn't from my like I once hoped it would be, but it is a gift from God through my children.
Music speaks to us in the church still. Songs have been part of our worship for generations. In fact Psalm 100 tell us to make a joyful noise in the first verse and reminds us that God's truth endures to all generations in the last verse. May our hearts be filled with with God's song an God's music this week.