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I Feel LIke Singing

 Ephesians 5:19

19 Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;

My friend and sister in Christ sent me a song this morning.  "Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross."

(Traditional rendition by the Mississippi Mass Choir.)  I am listening now, and I feel like singing. The thing is once I get started on one song my mind wanders to others.  "I feel like going on. Though trials come on every hand, I feel like going on."  I feel my help coming on and I start to hum: "I don't feel no ways tired come too far from where I started from. Nobody told me the road would be easy, but I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me."  The Holy Spirit reminds me: "The Lord is blessing me right now.  Lord right now.  He woke me up this morning and started me on my way."  Glory to God!

I feel like singing. I am having a concert in my heart.  Later on, it's likely I will have a full concert via YouTube.  Some days I take out my tambourine and invite anyone in earshot to the praise fest.

I feel like singing: "Lord, Lord, Lord you sho been good to me."  "When I look back over my life and when I think things over, I can surely say that I've been blessed.  I've got a testimony."

Singing. "Why should my heart feel lonely and long for heaven and home.  When Jesus is my portion. My constant friend is He...I sing because I'm happy.  I sing because I'm free."   Kirk Franklin wrote: "Someone asks the question why do we sing?  When we lift our hands to Jesus what do we really mean?"   Singing is a gift from God.  It refreshes the soul.  It calms the mind. It instructs the spirit.  Oh yes.  I feel like singing.

Sing! I encourage you to sing today.  Don't be shy.  Open your heart and your mouth.  If you can't sing out loud right now, get a melody going in your head.  Sing! You will feel better! Sing and find your hope renewed.  

 I feel like singing.  "God has smiled on me.  He has set me free.  God has smiled on me.  He's been good to me."

God bless!

in Christ,

Sis. Stephanie

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