Music is powerful. The melody, the rhythm, the instruments, the words. Music can evoke emotions. Music can transport you into a memory. Music can make you react.
Way Maker
The song Way Maker does all of that to me. Every time.
Every time I’m flooded with emotions.
Every time I cry.
Every time I’m transported back to the passenger seat of my friend’s car as she drove me to the hospital.
Way maker,
miracle worker,
promise keeper
Light in the darkness, my God
That is who You are
I remember tears. So many tears washing my cheeks and falling to my lap. I remember hearing Madi praying out loud. I remember my heart crying out to God. Pleading for a miracle. Believing for a miracle.
Way maker,
miracle worker,
promise keeper
Light in the darkness, my God
That is who You are
I began praying out loud the chorus of Way Maker. Way maker, miracle worker, promise keeper, light in the darkness, my God, that is who You are. Over and over I said those words. Believing those words. No melody. No instruments. Just the words. And tears.
The First Time
I can’t remember how long it was after Chaz died that I heard Way Maker. I love to sing and I love to worship God through song but when I heard the first few chords my lips were sealed. Then the tears came. And the memory. With all of the painful emotions. The anguish. The anger. Feelings of betrayal and distrust. My heart could not believe the words. I couldn’t even mouth the words.
And Now
I recently experienced Way Maker in a worship setting. This time about a year and a half after Chaz died. I heard the first few chords. I managed to sing through the verses. And then the chorus came. Same with the tears. But this time my lips moved with the words. Slowly my heart is healing. Slowly my heart is learning to trust in those words again. To trust God. Because God is
Way maker,
miracle worker,
promise keeper,
Light in the darkness, my God
That is who he is.
