Alrighty, here goes...
I have been thinking a lot lately (since I made this blog in June) about the title of my blog, "Music to my ears...". When I titled this page I was not very familiar with what a blog actually is. I have heard several people say that it is kind of like xanga was, or as I mentioned earlier, a glorified Facebook note. I frequently read Scott Allen, Debbie Allen, Justin Allen (man, these Allen's sure are bloggers :D), Kevin and Natalie Daughtry's blog, as well as Jenny Kutz's and the infamous Jon Acuff's ; I have not been totally out of the loop on blogging, just rather "uninterested". Anyways, as I "stumbled" upon my page again (more like the Lord directed me to my page), I began to really think of what my title means.
I am a new driver, so music in the car is NOT ALLOWED. Although this is hard at times, I have learned to like this irregular silence; my mind now has free uninterrupted time to think and explore, also I have my quiet time (the praying time, NOT reading my bible part) in the car. As I have had my prayer time, the Lord has really been ministering to me about what my title actually means. As I write, I hope you find the music to your ears. One thing I have always specifically loved about the Lord is that he speaks to us all individually. His LOVE for us is so deep that he make choses his words for us so well that we all receive exactly what we need.
Yesterday, I was talking to a mom of a close friend about music. She shared with my that she would rather listen to *insert popular secular band name here* than listen to *screamo Christian band name here* because she "doesn't not receive ANYTHING out of that music". That is definitely NOT music to her ears. Another instance I had, was with my family this past Thanksgiving. We began discussing the ever infamous discussion in Christian circles, love languages. (I am not demeaning this discussion by any means, just saying it is a very popular topic.) As my family members began to share about their "love languages", I began to think; buying my mom a pair of socks for Christmas, although she would like them (if their frosty), would not be music to her ears as much as cleaning the house would be. Why, because one of her love languages is "acts of service" not "gifts".
I was blessed to go to a meeting this year in Atlanta called Catalyst. One of the speakers talked to us about "learning the languages of the masses". Now if we take that and "kileyfy" it, it would be called "learning the music to their ears". Just as everyone has different music tastes, they speak their love differently.
Ok here comes the part where I challenge you (and me as well, but as a reader I am informing you so that you know and aren't vaguely left wandering WHY you read this).
Music to your ears Challenge of the week: learn the music that ministers to a person you may have overlooked or not necessarily taken the time to talk to. I don't mean literal music, I mean see how they respond to situations, problems, people; learn how to talk to them; play on their strengths; be Jesus to them. Now before I get carried away with my love for semicolons let me leave you with this.
Learn their music, and learn to speak to them like Jesus would, because Jesus is in you.
Thank you so much for reading my blog, and I hope I didn't bore you! Please message me if you have any thoughts or comments! I LOVE FEEDBACK! :)
~Kil3Y Faith~
