I Wake Up Singing

Most mornings, I wake up with a tune in my head. I have no idea how my subconscience picks the tunes. It might be a song I learned in Vacation Bible School, but it just as easily might be a pop hit from college days, or a classic hymn, or a snatch of something I can't even identify. Often, later in the day, like today, I can't even remember what tune it was I couldn't get out of my head this morning.

So does this happen to you? And do you think it is just random synapses firing? Or do you think that maybe during our dreams, God reconnects us to our past through music? I'm not going to go the route of saying that we need to be careful what kinds of music our kids are listening to [though indeed, with the rate of deafness among young adults, hearing music in their heads may be the only option left to them in 30 or so years.]

I'm not even going to propose that there is some deep meaning in the songs my brain chooses. I do, however, think it is interesting. Is my brain preparing me for something by bringing back "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam"? Or does God just want my attention? Maybe God wants us to pay attention to our lives, past, present and future. Slow down. Hum the tune. Struggle to bring back the words.

So, now I've confessed. I wake up singing. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about the joyful little dances I do in my living room or kitchen. Life is really a miracle, isn't it? We don't always get to know the why but we do get to observe the what. And that my friends is pretty remarkable, all by itself.

Go on---sing a little bit. Dance a little. And whatever you do, smile! [As it goes in the old joke, it'll drive everybody crazy.]