Lover of My Soul...

If you know me, then you know how attached to music I am. When people say that it moves their souls, I feel them, because it literally does to me too. I can't explain it. It's really a sick relationship because I crave music. It seems to make everything better. It brightens my moods in the worst of times and gives an extra kick to the best. Everything is easier with music. Cleaning, sleeping, homework, dancing, driving... pretty much everything. It's not just the music though, it's also the lyrics. When these two forces combine you have CAPTAIN PLANET!!! No, not really. That was a Saturday morning cartoon in my head. But you have some moving stuff. The thing with music is I just can't keep it to myself. I want everyone to know about it. I want everyone to listen to it and hear the new song that just moved me from the ground I was standing on. I beg people and if some person is unlucky enough to say yes? WOAH. watch out. I begin to get excited that they could feel the same way about the song and hear the same emotion and feel the same thing and I want to share another song and another. I have literally kidnapped people (Jami Holland bless you!) to drive them around to simply listen to full cds of songs I just HAVE TO SHARE or I feel like I might burst. No lie. I get hyped up on the anticipation as they listen to the song and I search for a light to go on in their expression to let me know that they get it. That the song had just as much, if not a more powerful impact on them. It's unreal. I have had people automatically say no when they know I am in these moods. I have had people grind their teeth as they patiently listen to the song all the while searching for an excuse not to listen to another one. IT'S INSANE, this obsession. Music calms me, destresses me, makes me feel close to God like never before. It helps me focus, it changes my outlook on life, it gives me energy.
So, I'm thinking, that I love music. Not only do I love music, but it changes me. Not only that? But I have to share it with people with reckless abandon. And then I stop and think... isn't that how we should be with God? Shouldn't I be completely in love with Him? Shouldn't every encounter with Him that I have change me? And most importantly, shouldn't I want to tell it to the world with reckless abandon no matter what the cost? It makes me stop and think and check myself. I pray that more than music, He will always be the Lover of my soul.

Jesus, Lover of my soul, Jesus, I will never let you
go

You’ve taken me from the miry clay

You've set my feet upon the Rock, and now i know

I love you, I need you,

Though my world may fall, I’ll never let you go

My Saviour, my closest friend,

I will worship you until the very end