This year of pandemic and uncertainty, I’ve found myself more anxious and more out of sorts than I normally am. I work on making gratitude a lifestyle (more than even a practice.) I know that gratitude literally changes our brains and improves our outlook. I meditate. I breathe. I journal. I manage expectations – my own and others’. And I use music.
My musical abilities extend to sometimes singing in a church choir if there is a strong alto I can follow and being a really good listener of music. I’ve gained a deep appreciation of the power of music.
Way before I knew there was research on the power of music to affect our minds and moods, I had discovered for myself that my houseful of small children acted differently when there were different types of music playing. With large number of children, I needed the most calm possible for all of us. I ended up with two favorite genres – New Age (think Enya, David Lanz or Yanni) and religious (think The Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square, Amy Grant or Hilary Weeks). (My tastes have expanded to include additional artists in the same genre, some Disney songs, and the music from Hamilton.)
There is a special category in my heart, though, for Christmas music. I love Christmas music. I often start listening before Halloween. As a woman of faith, I love a world that, for a few weeks at least, focuses on Jesus. I love songs that celebrate the baby born in a manger more than 2000 years ago. I love songs that invite us to put ourselves in the place of the wise men or the innkeeper or a young mother pregnant for the first time.
Amy Grant’s “I Believe” shares that Christ was “more than a fable.”
I believe The Wiseman saw The baby boy the angels Called the son of God Heaven’s child The great I am Born to take away my sins Through nailed pierced hands Emmanuel has come I believe
“Candlelight Carol” always reminds me of those first tender days with a brand-new baby.
How do you capture the wind on the water? How do you count all the stars in the sky? How do you measure the love of a mother Or how can you write down a baby’s first cry? Candlelight, angel light, firelight and star-glow Shine on his cradle till breaking of dawn Silent night, holy night, all is calm and all is bright Angels are singing; the Christ child is born
And Mary’s Lullaby? I had a 12-day old baby one Christmas which really caused me to reflect on Mary and how she must have felt.
All mine in your loveliness, Baby, all mine; All mine in your holiness, Baby Divine. Sing on, herald angels, in chorus sublime; Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.
Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Merry Christmas, everyone.