Moments of Wonder

I was a music major, right? Right. But, I never considered myself one of those artsy-fartsy-my-life-is-about-music-and-how-it-feeds-my-soul kind of person. I was just good at it and it made sense to go to college for it.

I studied keys, modes, composers, eras, tempos, Italian (a little), vocals, modulations, theory, etc. I practiced for hundreds of hours, touching almost every black and white in the school (pianos, people. sheesh).

I knew my stuff. Still, you wouldn't hear me talk about the latest or greatest song or group. It's like I did the job, did it really well, and then did the rest of my life and interests. Don't get me wrong, loved it. Loved singing, playing, hearing the applause (doy) and knowing that I was touching people's hearts with the talent God had given me.

Yeeears, I did this. Years on stage. Years of practice, mic checks, tuning (well, waiting for the guitar people to tune because pianists just hire someone to do it), laughing, worshipping, and on and on. But, it never really just moooved me.

Or, so I thought.

I was on the way to Bible Study with my BSers (as we affectionately call each other) and I was in the hubs truck. No radio, which means no Glenn Beck for the morning. So, I pull out my iPhone, click on Pandora (go to that link. You will love it), type in Michael Buble, and before I knew it, my whole mind had wandered into the sounds. My soul was warm (never mind the fact it was Michael), and I realized in that truck just yesterday...

Music moves me.

This may not be a big deal to you, but I realize just how much I had lost connection with it. I realized how much it truly affects me and how deeply. I realized that I was listening for tempo and key changes. I was picking out the different instruments. I was feeling the fall and rise of the crescendos and decrescendos. I was in the music. In the moment. Had Michael given me a microphone, you'da been in tears.

Why did it move me so? Because there was a time when I lived and breathed it. There was a time when I was feasting on music so much that it became a part of me.

Strange, it's not unlike what happens when I glance over in the car and capture the wonder of a sunset. Or the times I go in just to stare at my kids when they are asleep. It's like the moments when your husband touches your hand, or just looks at you across the room.

It's the quiet moments in the morning when you can hear the voice of God.

We know these things and they move us...because we are familiar with them. We've breathed them in and soaked them up. These deep, tender moments come from not a place of quick exhilaration that passes by like a flash of light. These deep, tender moments come from the times we took in stare at the wonder.

Music
Family
Art
Spouses

God

Moments of Wonder


What moves you because you stare at the wonder, breathe it in, and drink deep of the beauty?