Songs are like smells for me. I hear "Party in the USA" on the radio, and I'll just remember that random time driving on a country road, windows down, and blasting the song pretending like no one could hear my off-pitch singing.
But worship songs are little bit different for me.
In a good way.
I'll hear a song and remember how God met with me or how He used the song to help me get through tough times or when I first felt the touch of the Holy Spirit.
There was a song I heard my freshman year of undergrad by Cory Asbury called "Where I Belong." I first heard it when I was questioning whether Lee University was the school for me to be at. Obviously, it was the right school for me because it helped lead me to where I am now.
To be completely honest, seminary hasn't been everything that I've expected it to be. There are times when I feel out of place, either academically or spiritually, and that's good I think. It's just the beginning, and I'm still adjusting to it all.
Then I heard this song again, and I was brought back to that time in undergrad. It's kind of awesome how God can remind us of His faithfulness with such simple tools, but I guess that's how it normally works. God can use something so seemingly meaningless and give it meaning.
I mean that's the way I'm being used. By my own abilities, I am a little worthless. By own might, I am a little weak. But thanks be to God for using the least of these.
God reconciles everything. I don't know if it was necessarily God's plan for me to attend Lee, but He gave it meaning. I also don't know if it's God's plan for me to be at seminary, but He is giving it meaning.
And thank you, God, that you use little things to encourage like a song. For reminding me that I belong with you. That I am valued. That I am treasured. That I am meant to be here. That I need to continue to draw near to you during these days of doubt.
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