"The Voice" - 04/27/16 - I Chronicles 6

"Now these are those whom David appointed over the service of song in the house of The Lord, after the ark rested there. 

 

They ministered with song

 

before the tabernacle of the tent of meeting, until Solomon had built the house of The Lord in Jerusalem; and they served in their office according to their order." (31-32)   

 

 

I stood in the auditorium with my sister, Teresa, this past Sunday evening.  We were in the back rows, singing praises to our ABBA, along with many others, as we listened to Matt Maher. He spoke, as well as sang, words of wisdom during the concert.  He said when a person sings out loudly, without any care of what others hear, when they are loudly singing only for the ears of our ABBA, pouring their hearts out to Him.  That is true worship.  

 

I realized.  I am most times inhibited by what those standing around me will think upon hearing my singing.               

While reading today's Scriptures,  I noticed there in the middle of the listing of the High Priestly Line and their cities, was the section regarding the "Musicians' Guild". 

Throughout the years Teresa would try to share her love for Christian music and I would politely nod.  Eyes glazed over.  Not really comprehending. 

And then The Holy Spirit began to dance within my heart to the words of praise being sung.  As I tucked more of His Word into my heart, I began to recognize passages being put together with the musical notes.  I began to fall in love with the worship of praise music.  I began to stand before Him, words washing over my soul, just listening and silently praying the words of the songs. But still not singing many of them out loud.   

There are many Scriptures validating our ABBA's love of music.  of praise.  Of its importance. 
It delights Him.  It is commanded of us.

Often while growing up, my singing voice would be made fun of by others who were gifted with a pleasant voice.  When the boys were quite little and I would sing, they covered their ears and said, "No mommy,No".  I used to feel there will be a sound proof booth for me in the choir room of Heaven and kept my voice quiet.  Many times I would find myself not singing because the sound of my voice ruined the song for me. 

 

But then - then - there are moments when I am alone in the car, or the house, and His praises are being sung and........

 

I can. not. help myself.  

I sing.  I dance.  (Or try to anyway.) 

 

Because I desire to truly worship Him.

He tells me, He created my voice.  He knew before the world was formed the sound of my voice. 

 

And He delights in it. 

 

It isn't squawking to Him.  

 

My voice is being lifted up to Him through The Love in my heart. 

The Love which makes it a beautiful sound to His ears.  

The Love for Him in my heart has not only transformed my voice. 

 

It has transformed the all of me. 

 

This doesn't mean I am going to win any singing contest, but now I know my voice isn't being measured by any other standard than His.   

When ABBA hears us.  sees us.  thinks of us. 

He is seeing us through The Love of our Savior. 

Our Christ. 

 

We are His Beloved who He delights in. 

 

And when in Him - We are Holy.  We are Beautiful.  We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
 

We are the music in His ears.  The dance in His steps.  The delight in His eyes.

And He is The Song of our soul.