Well, I survived the MRI. It will never make my top twenty list of favorite things I've done, but it isn’t in the worst twenty either. My technician was wonderful and patient, since my problem was getting my old out of shape body onto the table and in a comfortable position. I got a little anxious that I wasn't going to be able do it, but my SOS prayer of help led us to an extra cushion that got me where I needed to be. Thankfully I had been told I could bring my own music along, so Phillips, Craig, and Dean sang praise music in my ear and I concentrated on Jesus and got through the test just fine after that, and they got the pictures they needed.
It has become apparent to me over that past several days that music is one of the ways I am coping with this. A Sunday School class member encouraged me by sending me a link to a wonderful video of Amazing Grace, and I was ministered to by the Sunday Morning Praise Team at Calvary West this past week. We sang “It Is Well With My Soul”, and I had my arm raised in praise, but instead of an open palm, I had my hand so tightly closed holding on to my Jesus, that my nails were digging into my palms.
I’m one of these people who talk to God a lot throughout the day, and lately it has been even minute by minute as I cope. I have had key phrases from so many favorite songs running through my head. As I stopped at one point to thank God for giving me so many different songs to sing to Him, the thought occurred to me that if He was supplying the songs, I wasn't singing to Him, He was singing to me. Now that took my breath away. Like the tender Father He is, He is singing songs over me to calm my fears and sustain me throughout the day. On my own, I am fearful and weak, but that’s not a problem. I don’t have to rely on my own power. He is my strength, my shield, in Him what is there to fear?
Choose Joy!
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