The Music of the Wind

The Music of the Wind

 
I love the music of the spheres, the music of the wind on the fields and trees, the music of the shadows and the truth. I love the music of souls that hurt and seek the Lord in earnest for unselfish gain. I love the music of the loved ones gone on before me. I love the music that is made in fervent creativity and performed in honest expression. I love the music. I love the people. I love the instruments and the voices and the forces of physics created for this pleasure. I cannot wait patiently for the joy of heaven where all who love Him will sing.

Guardian of My Heart

I never wonder why God wants me to guard my heart. The overwhelming evidence supports the reason He commands us to “not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7 ESV).

An unguarded heart frets and whines and fears. Lions and tigers and bears of life, all around us, all the time, can force us to worry. Forces outside our control can cause us to fear. We might complain from our constant condition of need about what we have or don’t have. And that is just no way to live. No gratitude there! Do I dwell every day among the calm and gracious? No. I bump along, willy nilly, head in the rubble. I must return to Scripture. Verses like the one here open me up and bring me to trust and confidence in Him. The little brick road ahead beckons, the woods lighten up, and all those destructive creatures keep away from my guarded heart, just as if Someone knows how to protect me really well.