As I ponder the possibility that spring will never return to the midwest, I immerse myself in music: right now with my MP3 playing drowning out the sound of my typing, but also the joy of a new guitar, and the fun of returning to my brass roots. I’ve picked up the French horn for the first time in 5 years or more so as to lend my lips to my church’s Easter musical. I also recently purchased up the fun Breedlove Passport C20T short-scale guitar, and just dropped it off today at the music store to have a pickup installed, or to “get it ‘lectrified” as I like to say. I got the guitar for a steal, as it was a closeout, and am having the new Fishman Matrix Infinity (straight from NAMM!) installed. I can’t wait to get that baby back from the shop - it’s sound is so, so cool.

I warned you that these were musings, not deep thoughts. But consider today your joys, and what brings a smile to your lips. Consider also what brings a tear to your eyes - of joy, of sorrow, of renewed hope or compassion. No, life doesn’t center around MP3s or musical instruments, but music is one of those examples of the work of God our creator - and one of the ways He blesses us to participate with Him in His handiwork. Is God an artist? You betcha. Just look around you. Is He a musician? You betcha on that one too: where do you think we get it from? Zephaniah 3:17 tells us that He rejoices over us with singing!

So, nevermind the snow, or sleet, or hail, or whatever it’s doing out there again. Use this time stranded indoors to reflect… both to muse and to mirror the image of God in which we were made.