January can be a difficult month for many. Not sure if its coming down from the high of the holidays. Or perhaps Christmas just didn’t live up to hype.
Add to that the limited daylight, and the struggle is real.
I’m still on the mend from a cold I caught in New England, and this past Monday was the hardest day of the year for me. Sure, I only had 6 other days to compare it to, but still.
I backed my car out of the garage and started the dreaded morning commute. Before I had the chance to switch over to a podcast, a song came on the radio that perfectly summed up what I was feeling. I’m not a believer in coincidence, and take moments like that as a gentle nudge from God to pay attention.
I cranked up the dial as Lauren Daigle sang “You Say” and cried as I sang along. She encourages listeners to battle the lies we tell ourselves about our worth (or lack thereof), then affirms what we know to be true of how Christ views us.
When I sing along, I always add another line. Given that its lifted straight from the Bible, I’m pretty sure Daigle wouldn’t mind.
“I believe, I believe. Help my unbelief!” Mark 9:23-24
When I’m having these moments of struggle, I *want* to believe what HE says. The struggle lies in the doubt. Those voices who make me wonder. I offered my song as a prayer.
A few songs later, “You Are More” by Tenth Avenue North played. “Eye of the Storm” by Ryan Stevenson followed. Each containing the words my brain needed to get me through the day.
As my subcompact car navigated the back roads, the songs maneuvered around my fears and frustrations.
I believe in the power of a song, a poem, a work of art that catches your attention in a way the mundane cannot. More than that, I believe in the power of a Creator who refuses to abandon His children. Who rides along side me in the car, making sure I have the weapons I need to fight through a rough day.