“The Way Station”

Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze.

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

Some days begin with the words.
Some days, the melody comes first.

Both feel like a serenade — peaceful and filling —
like God’s whisper and a guitar string moving together at once.

How could we not rejoice and be glad in it?

And maybe the better question is —
why would He have to remind us?

Maybe because He knows how easily we forget His music beneath the noise.

How quickly we trade wonder for worry.
How often we lose the melody to the clanging cymbals of a hurried world.

He doesn’t call us to rejoice because every day will be easy.

He calls us to rejoice because every day is His —
tender and untamed, broken and beautiful,
orchestrated like a song where both the bongo and the guitarra have their say:

the bongo pounding like a heartbeat through the storms,
the guitarra humming steady through the stillness.

Two sounds.
One melody.
His.

It lives in the way blessings fall —
like the different sounds each string on a guitar can give —
too many to count, too soft to catch all at once.

I try not to grumble —
not even if the day starts with lyrics I didn’t plan on,
or the sound of a beat I didn’t care to hear.

The music is still playing —
even if the melody feels unfamiliar.

And somehow, even the unscripted notes still belong to the song He’s writing over my life.

I try to stay inside this day —
not tomorrow’s sound, not yesterday’s music —
because my heart, like yours,
is only meant to carry one day’s worth of serenade at a time.

And when I unpack it slowly,
I find:
sounds of grace,
whispers of hope,
and enough laughter orchestrated between it all
to keep the melody alive.

“Some days begin with the words. Some with the melody. Either way, I’m stepping barefoot into the song He’s orchestrating over my life.”