Family Grace
By Shawnelle Eliasen

The Music God Made

Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. (Psalm 105:2)

I’m out for my morning run, and I’m approaching a hill. My running song pumps from the MP3 player the boys bought me. I play the same song over and over because it has a strong pulse. A beat. It’s easy for my body to fall in step with the music, and somehow the physical stress doesn’t seem so hard.

My body catches in the momentum.

But I’m a fourth of the way up the hill when the music stops. Dead battery. Suddenly there’s silence. No beat to carry me forward. No rhythm to join. I’m surprised, after a few yards, by how much this affects me. The steps seem harder and I still have a mile and a half to go. I feel like stopping. Surely this is a good reason to halt.

 But I keep moving forward, a string of complaints creating a new beat in my mind.

I make it to the top of the hill and am pleased to feel that my legs have become less tight. My stride stretches. My body opens up. My muscles move with ease. I make my way around the corner, to where the residential neighborhood slips away and the countryside unravels free, to where there are barns and fields and a dozen shades of green. And it’s then that I notice that my ears have opened, too.

There are morning sounds all around me. Birds making song. A gentle breeze flowing through the trees. There is chirping. Croaking. And somewhere, in the distance, there are farm sounds, too. Even my own breathing is music. My footfalls blend right in, tapping a steady beat.

And I understand that these are the sounds of creation. His creation, his world, bringing forth praise.

I press on for the distance, along the curvy country road, caught in the momentum of this new song. It’s precious being here, being part of this chorus. Joining these sounds that create a pure, steady praise. My muscles still burn, but I can move forward with this music.

I’ll be running again tomorrow. And I may just leave my old running song behind.

This new one is beautiful. I don’t want to miss a beat.

Do you hear a song of praise today? Will you share?

Shawnelle Eliasen and her husband Lonny have been married for twenty-five years. They have five sons and raise their bevy of boys in an old Victorian near the Illinois banks of the Mississippi River. Their sons, Logan, Grant, Samuel, Gabriel, and Isaiah, range in age from twenty-one to six with Shawnelle home teaching the youngest three.

Shawnelle has been writing for six years, contributing regularly to Guideposts magazine, Daily Guideposts devotional and other inspirational publications.  She would say that life with her men moves faithfully, on fast forward.  But it’s her heart’s desire, her passionate prayer, to see God’s goodness and glory in the fullness of her days. She longs to see Him in the unexpected moments, unexpected places, changing the ordinary to extraordinary and bringing quiet, sustaining grace.

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This is exactly why I never run with music! I love the peace of the natural sounds. Beautiful, Shawnelle!

Thanks, Teresa. It is a sweet song - so thankful my battery died! I may have missed it! :)