I have the "Open Sky" CD by IONA playing. 15 years old, but it has been musically inspiring me again. So I chop the vegetables for our chili and sing along while I gaze out the kitchen window. Still gray and getting grayer. Even looks like the rain may be coming. Can't seem to rise above the pushed down feeling.
The next song starts with the uilleann pipes playing a celtic melody and it sounds the way I imagine Ireland looks. Green and lush. The tempo picks up and I sway as I continue to chop. Soon the music is swelling and I have to get rid of the knife in my hands. I am doing a clog dance in the kitchen - picture Riverdance- straight body and feet flying. Well not exactly but the heaviness is lifting the more I dance the more my energy is restored. I look out the window. There is a break in the clouds and the sun is shining through. God's little reminder to me. Praise Him - the joy will follow!
Let them praise his name with dancing
and make music to him with timbrel and harp. (Psalm 149:3)
Psalm 150
Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing,
praise him with the strings and pipe,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
