Sometimes It Just Takes 1 Song

Sometimes It Just Takes 1 Song

I’m not one to completely understand my love of music. Certain songs remind me of certain places, people, seasons of my life, etc. Sometimes it just takes a song to transport me to another time and place, or to give me insight into people, places, things, and ideas today.

Sometimes it’s an older song.

Band of Horses
Infinite Arms

This is relatively older from a tremendous group. However, I found myself listening to it over and over during the course of a few days and nights recently.

It seems like there’s so much on the singer’s mind, but there is a recurring solace, “when my thoughts drift to you.”

About the time I was listening to this song for a few days, it seems like the Holy Spirit spoke quietly to me. It was really more like a familiar, comforting voice.

Why do you run from me?
Come here.
Why would I harm you?
I’m praying for you.

Sometimes you get an injunction. A rhema word comes alive to you. I find that whether the word comes alive because some great prophet speaks it, or whether it is spoken in passing conversation, or whether the words are dropped in your heart does not matter. What matters is what you do with them, and whether or not you latch onto them.

sometimes you don’t get a song, you get an injunction

This word is easily read together right now, but it became clear over the course of time, including time in church. When someone in a passing conversation said, “I’m praying for you” to someone, it was like the words came alive to me as well. I instantly remembered our Lord’s good work on our behalf right now. “He ever liveth to make intercession for them.” (Hebrews 7.25)

People can have a gentle pull, like the person being thought of in the song: “when my thoughts drift to you.” The worries of the day can seem enormous, but there is solace when we think of them, especially some people.

Instead of the worries of the day, I find myself with the question: Why do you run from me? Why do I occupy my mind and my time with endeavors that are not just diversions, they’re distractions (good or bad does not matter) from sitting quietly in the Spirit’s presence.

Come here. I found myself in a lonely place, finally yielding to sacred spaces where I could sense the presence. I would realize I needed to yield to the simple order to be somewhere. Come here. Yield. Let your thoughts drift to me.

Why would I harm you? There’s a lot of power and a lot of things tied to this question. However, my trust has been activated again at a level that was honestly pre-conscious before.

I’m praying for you. As stated earlier, I needed to overhear this conversation in community.

The person at church who spoke it is precisely the type of person I would want to pray for me. Although I was overhearing the words of a side conversation, the Spirit made the words alive to me.

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