I was half asleep when I heard the music.
In my semi-awake state, I lay in bed, tried to recognize if it was a chorus of people singing or an ensemble of low pitched brass instruments. As someone who has had experience singing in choirs and playing in orchestras, I can pinpoint kinds of instruments. This one, though, had me at a loss.
And where was it coming from? I flew downstairs and opened the front door where I heard only the beeping, groaning, and grinding of construction vehicles as crews continued to work on the new apartments going up around us.
No music there.
Cupping my ear to the shared living room wall, I listened for a neighbor possibly playing the radio or Spotify.
No music there.
What my ears picked up had a simple melody, it went up a second (one note) and then came back down. It continued with the pattern: up one note, down one note until it resolved the tune, going down a third to end it. Three weeks later I can still sing the haunting pitch and tune.
What was it?
I may never know. But I do know this:
“For the LORD your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.” Zephaniah chapter 3, verse 17.
Could I have heard heavenly music? I’ll never know but I’d like to think so.
Have any of you had such an experience? Do you have the nerve to share it? I’d like to hear from you.
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