Singing in the Rain

I recently noticed several Facebook posts announcing that certain website users, friends of mine, are bailing out, leaving the site, because of the vitriol – angry and divisive posts – regarding the current Supreme Court Justice debacle. I totally understand.

I have not watched the news for weeks. The other night, a short time before “lights out,” my husband turned on the news. I grabbed the remote, shouted, “Don’t you dare!” and turned it off. I value a good night’s sleep. Focusing on government and cultural corruption is not what I need at 11:30 at night – or any time.

I had lunch yesterday with a very close friend. We talked for nearly three hours about many things, but what was clearly most prominent in her mind, an issue drawing tears, was this same heartbreak – government and cultural corruption. I understood completely.

Regardless on which side of the issue we find ourselves, our nation is grieving. Emotions are high, and hearts are heavy.

Articles have been popping up lately about the benefits of singing and music in general when it comes to outlook and brain health. It is being suggested that even 10 minutes per day of singing might prolong the onset of dementia or stave off the symptoms of depression. I take note of all such articles because I must. Both dementia and depression are familial issues.

Besides the secular advice, I look to the Word of God, which clearly states God is sovereign, meaning in control. In control of just church-related issues? No. In control of all. Even what appears disastrous to us is no surprise to Him. Everything was set from the beginning of time. He works in and through all things to effect His ultimate plan. He’s got this, regardless of what this is.

Earlier today, as I did yardwork, I felt prompted to sing, which is unfortunate for our neighbors because singing is not my gift. I didn’t care. I sang, “Oh, what a beautiful morning! Oh, what a beautiful day! I have a wonderful feeling, everything’s going God’s way!”

What a boost! What joy! Focus restored. After all, the Apostle Paul sang in prison with miraculous results!

To my precious family in Christ:  All is well, no matter how dark it appears. Let’s start singing in the rain.

Joy in Jesus,

Jacquee