  Music is really amazing. There're so many different kinds for every mood and personality and taste. God knew what He was doing when He created it! Of course He did, though - He always knows what He's doing. Since the last days of July I've been coming here to my church often to play the piano and to sing. I'm going to be helping with Sunday evening services this fall and want to get into the spirit of it all.
So I come and play, not having a piano of my own. I love the mental challenge of learning a new song. I find it so exhilarating when I've conquered that new mountain of notes! Of course, if I know a song before I learn it on the piano it's so much easier. Then I find, though, that I don't always play according to the notes and the timing of the way it's written. I've found that I've learned a lot of songs differently than how they're actually written.
Still, that's fine. If I'm playing on my own I can add my own little twist to things. As long as the message and the basics of the song don't change too much. Today I got some news that doesn't thrill me, and for the past month or so there's been a few things on my mind in relation to work and some other stuff. These things all fade away, though, when I sing. When I sat down at the piano this evening, it all lost its power to cause me distress.
I was lost in the music and in the words and nothing mattered except singing to God. Music's always had that effect on me, even though I haven't always used it as therapy. However, now that I'm rediscovering it, I'll not forget too quickly. There are a few songs I've discovered in the past year that have really helped me. Just the titles alone on some of them move me. "Jesus, What A Beautiful Name.
" "Ancient Words" (about the Bible, which I love). Those are just two. Then there are some of the old standards that I grew up with and which still have the power to move me in the right direction. "The Old Rugged Cross. " "It Is Well With My Soul. " "How Great Thou Art.
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