Garment of Praise for Heaviness
“To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” –Isaiah 61:3
“There’s a harp in my heart, and only you can play it. There’s a song in my broken soul, and only you can sing it.”
-Kevin Prosch, “Harp in My Heart”
I love music. There is something about it that helps me think clearly, reconnect with my soul, and to come alive again – no matter how broken I feel. Yet, the act of singing (the way I make music the most) was something I almost completely stopped doing when the grief swept in. I realized this when I went to a women’s conference with a pastor friend of mine. Thank goodness I wasn’t there to speak or to sing because all I could do when I heard the worship music was cry-cry until there were no tears left. I couldn’t even get a note to come out of my mouth before the steady stream of tears would start falling. As I struggled to keep my mascara from running, I heard a gentle whisper of the Holy Spirit say “You have let this trial steal your song”. From then on, I knew I needed a change. I couldn’t allow myself to stay in the depths of despair but honestly I didn’t know what to do to get out. I didn’t know how to muster up the praise that I’d allowed to escape my lips. I didn’t know how, because I wasn’t supposed to try to fix it. The only way I could get my ‘song’ back was to the let the Healer come in and do what He does best. Let Him take away the spirit of heaviness that had overtaken my soul. Let Him turn the scars and marring traces of the past to something beautiful. Let Him give me joy instead of the mourning I couldn’t escape. Let this be a reminder to stop trying to fix yourself, and let Him do the healing. He will give you back your song.