After my self-pitying post of this morning, you'd think God might just smack on the head and tell me to snap out of it. But, no, instead, He sends me a love song.
While preparing some food this afternoon, I was listening to a recording a friend made me. The singer, a priest (from our hometown, now residing in Texas), did a truly lovely, folk-inspired version of "How Can I Keep from Singing?"
I was especially struck by these lines:
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to The Rock I'm clinging;
Alive is the Lord of Heaven and earth,
How can I ever stop singing?
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing:
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from singing?
I'm off to sing.