Mornings

Every morning, for as long as I remember, I've gotten up with a song in my head.  It's not the alarm clock, since I use an annoying buzzer!  Sometimes, it's inspirational or uplifting to set the tone for the day.  Other times, it's some rockin' party dance music.  It might be an old hymn, an unfamiliar phrase (that I should probably write down), a drum cadence, even a nursery rhyme!  I wake every so often to commercial jingles that I've heard before on radio or TV, to recent iTunes downloads, 80s hair-band ballads . . .  I've never questioned why this happens, but recently experienced mild panic in a passing thought that this could disappear.  Maybe some morning I'll wake up to silence - no melody in my heart.

That's when I decided it might be a portal, of sorts, for the Holy Spirit.  You recognize a source by its fruit, right?  Sometimes, I wake up with a particular song I associate with an old friend, and I may reach out to that person, prompted by my morning thoughts.  Sometimes I feel the need to pray for a particular person, whoever is brought to mind by the music.  Other times, I'm awash with gratitude;  The dance beats and Big Band sounds energize me; Jazz can be bluesy and sad; But I'm never unaffected.

I can't be sure God's sending me messages daily, but I hope I can always feel this connection, and be open to its possibilities.