I will make music today. The only question is what kind of music I will make, and that is up to me. It isn’t dictated by what happens to me or by what my childhood was like or by what music the people around me are making. It is my choice.
I will choose over and over again. I will give complaint, or I will give thanks. I will look for the bad, or I will look for the good. I will speak wounding words, or I will speak healing words. I will look down, or I will look up. Every small choice is another note.
At the end of the day, it’s the music we make that counts.
“As one old gentleman put it, ‘Son, I don’t care if you’re stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you’re all right with me. It’s the music we make that counts.” Robert Fulghum, All I really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
“Sing to God a brand-new song. . . . [S]trike up the band and make great music!” Psalm 149:1, 3