Finding My Way Back to Music

There’s something divine about music. It’s more than sound—it’s spirit. Music is vital to human life. It connects us soul to soul, spirit to spirit, and links us to nature, to memory, to God, and to something greater than ourselves. It’s a language without borders, and when we find the kind that speaks to us, it becomes more than entertainment—it becomes a companion for the journey.

For a long time, I drifted away from music. The melodies I once clung to no longer resonated. What filled my ears became background noise, and eventually I stopped seeking it out. Without realizing it, I had silenced one of the lifelines to my own spirit. In that silence, I wandered through darker places—places where hope was faint, joy was distant, and my soul felt muted.

But music, in its mercy, found me again.

As I slowly returned to it, I discovered artists whose voices didn’t just sing—they ministered. Their lyrics weren’t just rhymed poetry, they were prayers. I thank God for artists like Madison Ryann Ward and others like her, who don’t just sing but speak life—whose songs are filled with truth, hope, and praise.

Through them, music became a bridge again—a way out of the tunnel and back into the light. I was reminded that it’s not just about finding sound, but about finding sound that stirs something deep inside, sound that aligns with your spirit and lifts you closer to heaven.

Music isn’t just art. It’s healing. It’s worship. It’s how we remember who we are, and whose we are.