As with all earthly songs, this happy refrain came to an end. The young man, who had 20 years prior won her affection and had fathered 4 beautiful children with her, past away with no warning. The music in this once happy home stopped. No singing. ……Just silence……. Slowly, tunes came back, but the upbeat refrains of praise of yesterday now sounded more like the blues. Suddenly, many of the psalms of David made sense. Her hope and trust was still in the loving God who had given her such a special gift to enjoy, but in the moment it DID FEEL like she was all alone. She realized that some of the greatest art, poetry and music have all been born out of pain: something or someone lost, unmet expectations in life or disappointments. Jesus was familiar with this pain and experienced it himself while here on earth. Even after serving the disciples, by washing their feet and serving them their last meal together, he experienced betrayal by one of His own. It must have pained Him so to know what Judas was about to do, but even then, the Bible says that they ate, then sang a song and then departed. Music can be enjoyed and it can encourage, and it engages others to hear a much needed message. As I grew from being that shy, timid little girl into a wife and mother, I experienced music in all those ways. God has used music in the seasons of happy celebration, but is now using it to comfort and encourage my young family after the loss of my beloved husband, Steve and the loss of my children’s father and hero. Every new thing and chapter in my life has been underscored with this wonderful gift. Out of this experience, I am now beginning a new chapter of my life, a new day and a new song. Each day He gives us during our brief time here on earth is filled with His kindness as He gives us new songs to sing. They are only just short glimpses into the eternal refrain that we will all one day sing. “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty.