by Manuela Mitchell
A few months ago I heard a song on the radio that caught my attention due to its melody and rhythm. The more I listened to the song, the more I liked it. The second time I heard the song, I paid closer attention to the words. With music, I tend to listen to the melody and if it still interests me, I listen closely to the words, so that I am able to understand the storyline. I have memorized the words to a lot of songs, due to the fact that I listened to the story. Every time the song played on the radio, I enjoyed singing along, even though I had nothing in common with that particular storyline.
Approximately two or three weeks ago, that same song that I liked so much played on the radio again, but this time it wasn’t the same. I didn’t sing along to the words, I listened even more intently and couldn’t hold back the tears. The storyline in the song became the storyline of my life. My husband has been out of work for a little while, the bills don’t go away. There are more stresses due to insurance, rent and other things that cost money, all to be covered by my 2 days/week job, which of course doesn’t equal out. It would be easy to lose hope, to become depressed and to lose focus of what is truly important. In the song, the characters kept their sanity by staying home, drinking cheap wine and talking all night; while trying to make things better between the two of them, as financial hardships have a way of destroying the love in a relationship.
While times have been tough, I understand that this is nothing compared to what it could be. My family and I are still so blessed, despite the few setbacks. We have our love, our health, our family and friends, our home, but most importantly, we have God. God knows our family’s needs and I believe He will provide and take care of us. Even though I thought about my physical life while I listened to that song, after comparing it to my spiritual life, the storyline is much different.