About two weeks ago my husband was cleaning up the basement and decided to burn all our CD's to the computer and then box them up. He kept a few of my favorites out for me and put them in my car. He even cued up the CD to play one of my favorite songs as soon as I started the car the next morning. Since then I've been singing along to a song on the way to and from work. (It's only a five minute drive, so one each way is all I get!) Some days I find the songs bring me to tears and give me a great God moment right there. Other days I find the song sticks with me and I'm singing it all day long.
And today it hit me - this is perhaps the first time I have been back to my old ways of singing all the time since before the kids were born. And I think that speaks volumes about my mental state. And I am so grateful.