… Speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord. —Ephesians 5:19 (NIV)
I heard the music the moment I stepped off the elevator.
I recognized the stringed melody because I’d heard that dulcimer playing for weeks, as I edited The Butterfly and the Violin from my Dad’s chemo infusion room. Now he was in the hospital, but the music didn’t stop. My Dad was in his room, playing a makeshift symphony for nurses and staff. I eased in behind the crowd, sneaking against the wall in the back.
It was quite a lesson in praise for this thirty-something mom, wife, believer, and proud, proud daughter. I looked around that room– even laughed when the doctor rushed in, concerned when he saw the crowd– and I learned a powerful lesson. THIS was psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. This was in some small way my Dad’s opportunity to live this verse, and suffer with grace. He chose to make music: a melody from his heart to the Lord.
There is no question that cancer is a battle.
I cherish the memory of that MELODY. But more than the song playing in my heart, I remember being proud of my Dad. He lived this verse well. In the moment, his melody of praise spoke more loudly to my heart than a hundred sermons I may have heard before it.This mid-week, make a melody of praise… wherever you are, however loud you can. You never know who might need that moment of holy in their tomorrows.