I will sing of your love and justice, Lord. I will praise you with songs. (Psalm 101:1)
Relate: There is something holy about the morning shower. I don’t know, maybe it is just me. Most of the time I don’t have the greatest voice in the world. I’m not saying I sound terrible. I can keep a key. I can carry a tune. But you won’t find me holding the microphone singing out songs for an audience very often. I won’t be putting out an album anytime soon. I actually did take a voice class in high school and was required to do a solo in front of the school band and choir for my final. I got a “C” on that solo. Average. I think that’s a pretty fair description of my voice most of the time. But not when I’m in the shower. There is something divine about that location and when I lift up my voice from that place, heaven stops to listen.
React: Truth is, God is far more concerned with the genuineness of our praise then with the quality of our voice. It doesn’t matter if we sing as beautifully as Norah Jones or as… interestingly as Biz Markie. What matters is the state of the heart from which that song arises. We might, here on earth have a prison voice. We are behind a few bars and we can’t find the right key. But when our song is heard through the filters of heaven, it is a beautiful song of freedom. So let us sing it out. In the shower, in the car, with a crowd, walking down the street, or standing in line to buy our groceries, let us raise up the song of the redeemed. Heaven will stop to listen.
God, hear my song. Let me never be afraid to sing it. Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, let a song of love for You flow out of my heart and through my life into the world around me.