I used to love R&B and Jazz music. In fact, 99% of the time, I’d be tuned into one of those stations wherever I happened to be. After the experience of my stroke though, my musical tastes changed dramatically. I went from jazz to gospel music and I haven’t turned back since. Today, it’s gospel music that keeps my spirits alive and moving forward and that’s what I listen to 99% of the time.
I love music and I always wanted to sing in a choir, but since I’m not a particularly strong singer, I never made joining a choir a goal. However, recently, my church enlisted the men of our congregation to form an all-male choir to honor Mother’s Day. I accepted the invitation so I could celebrate the anniversary of my stroke and the women who are amazing mothers in my own family.
I’m not going to tell you that I was a hit in the choir, or that anybody is asking me to sing solos, but after that event I was invited to join the weekly choir and now you can find me practicing gospel songs with gusto.
During my stroke recovery, I regularly put on my headphones to listen to gospel music. The effort to re-establish my fine motor skills was sometimes grueling and I wasn’t always sure I could do it. Gospel music comforted me and helped me get through the ordeal. It reminded me over and over again of what Jesus did to give me life, to lift me up, and to restore my soul. It also reminded me that there was nothing I was going through that Jesus did not experience. He paid the price so that I could be restored eternally, spiritually, and physically to this day.
Today, it brings me great joy to raise my voice to the Lord and let my soul sing because I’m so grateful for all He’s done for me. Maybe tuning into a little gospel music will bring peace to your heart and mind as well.
I will sing of your love and justice. I will praise you, Lord, with songs.
Psalm 101: 1 NLT