One little radio station in one little town in the state God saw fit to put me in plays a variety of genres, probably in an attempt to reach as many with the gospel as possible.

Several months ago they played this song called Messiah. That song make me cry for weeks at this one part:

The saddest fact is that I search for satisfaction as if I lack it when in fact I lack nothing . . . Hope deferred so I prefer the immediate and exchange the true God for what seems more expedient; it’s meaningless.

After playing that song for weeks, I discovered the artist, Beautiful Eulogy, offers their entire albums for free on their website. I downloaded Worthy, the album with Messiah on it, and made (ok fine Love made) a CD that I can play in my car. I’m surprised it still plays.

Long before I had any interest in moving on from that album Love discovered Instruments of Mercy and had it on repeat. I finally decided to look into that one and now I’m listening to both albums regularly.

And if I can credit the stability of my life lately, even after having a baby, to anything other than the grace of God, these two albums have been a lifeline of truth to me when other means have felt inaccessible. Music has a way of cutting through the bullshit and sticking with us when it feels impossible to think.

I need to hide the Word in my heart; music does not replace the practice of meditating on scripture. It can easily become a scripture replacement, and it shouldn’t. But I am so grateful that I listen to a radio station that plays music like this, this music that gets into my heart and kneads love and hope and truth into it.

Check it out. That link works almost everywhere in the world.