Play upon me.

Greetings from the South.

I love music. I love it so much. I used to have a choir teacher who said she wished that life was like the opening of the Drew Carey show, that is, if there was a theme song to a moment that we'd sing it, dance it, run through life performing it.

So maybe that's a bit extreme (though I'm not going to lie, I'd love it if life was one big gigantic musical, oh how beautiful that would be) but really, she was on to something here. As I've mentioned before, I walk to work. Every day I walk to work. I like it. In fact, I like it a lot! But I have to be honest and say that I enjoy the walk even more ever since my mom sent my ipod that she recently got fixed for me (thanks, Mom).

So I walk to work...every day....ipod on...(sometimes if you're lucky, you may even catch me walking with a hip-hop in my step)

So I have this music in the background, right? And somehow everything is just that much more beautiful. I'll be just walking right along, land myself beneath a tree and find myself simply in awe, in awe of God's creation, in awe of all His great designs. I passed a squirrel the other day climbing right along and I felt like Sleeping Beauty when she finds herself out in the woods by herself for the first time! Ha, no really, somehow music makes me feel that much more connected....I smell things sweeter, I feel things deeper. Even the breeze becomes so overwhelmingly beautiful that I literally want to fall flat on my knees in worship right there on the sidewalk.

In general, I like soaking things in; however, somehow everything is that much more enhanced by the presence of music.

In walking to work the other day, I was reminded of how intricately reflective music is of Christ and in living the way of Christ.

For those of you who don't know too much about music; in music, there is something called the melody (this would be what you find yourself full-heartedly singing to along with the radio as you drive down the road or stand in the shower). Then there is something called the harmony. These are the notes that "complement" the melody. They make the piece that much more beautiful.

So the more I get to thinking, I'm thinking that God is like the grand melody and we are the harmonies. Alone, harmonies may or may not seem all that interesting, but put together with all the other harmonies and alongside the melody...ah, true music to thy ears is what you get!

You see, this story is not about us. It's about Him. He is the divine melody. We (and how great is this) get to be the harmonies. He uses us to embellish, enhance, gradiositize (okay so that's not a word) but you get my drift. We get to help make the song better.

And I'll admit that it took me a while to learn this but, as most of you know, I simply love music and used to just dream of singing on stage. It got to a point where I realized that if I sang for one person who heard what needed to be heard in the journey, then I would have used my gifts and talents wisely. When I realized this and realized that God may use me for other things besides music (though who knows what's in store) I began asking God if my life could be a harmony to His melody.

Moreover, I used to think about all of our stories playing together at once...how they may, at times, seem like ruckus rather than inspirational tunes (ha). And, yet, I used to imagine that all of our stories, throughout history, current at hand, and stories yet to come, together, must play out the most beautiful, beautifully orchestrated piece up in Heaven.

And what I love the absolute most is that sometimes in music, there can be an overtone. Have you ever heard of an overtone? It's something along the lines of when all the notes are sung/played in perfect pitch, there is a note that becomes audible. No one is singing this note. It just is a result of these other notes. Let me repeat, no one sings it, and yet in compilation of all these notes sung together in the way they were supposed to be sung (because yes, it is difficult to perfectly sing a note) another note exists.

Ahh, beautiful! When our hands and feet become in tune to the ways of Christ, when we walk in (ah-ha) harmony, when we walk in harmony with God, there is this "overtone," perhaps, God present, is what I'm looking to say. When we become the harmony to the divine melody, it is our destiny, and it is the music in which the Holy Spirit dances. It is us, being His hands and feet. We become His reflection! His harmonious reflection!

So I wonder, what does my harmony look like? Am I living so as to create an “overtone?” And do I find rest knowing that my story (no matter how much it may seem like ruckus) is part of a beautiful orchestrated piece?

Cheering you on in this dress-rehearsal.

May each moment fill your heart with excitement for the "Big Show!" - Sorry wow, this is getting a bit too cheesy even for me!

Kaylee