Music moves me in a way nothing else can, instantly transporting me to another time and place.
There are specific songs that I have “assigned” a specific day or season of my life and no matter where I am or what I’m doing, if I hear them on the radio or iTunes shuffles around, I’m right back in the moment.
Our God by Chris Tomlin will forever take me right back to a hospital bed two days after brain surgery.
Worn by Tenth Avenue North still makes me think of this girl and that first “re-friendship” moment.
Through All Of It by Colton Dixon makes me think of that moment right after graduation and His promise to go with me, no matter what the future might hold.
It’s a little too early to say, but I think Cast My Cares might be the song of post-grad summer number one.
He is your anchor when the waters are high and deep and the storm isn’t just raging overhead but also inside. He is enough when the wallet is empty, the conversations stretched thin, your eyes weary from working dawn to dusk. He holds the world in His hands and that includes me and you and every worry we’ve got piled high. He holds all of it and says “I’ve got it.”
Honestly, I am a control person. This is probably no surprise to anyone who has been around here any length of time. I am a planner, a Type-A firstborn, and I’ll admit to being both independent and also quite stubborn. It may or may not be true that I have made a to-do list for my to-do list and also I need to make sure the chairs around the kitchen table are pushed in each night because did I mention, control person? And maybe slightly OCD?
And so when worries and cares comes, because they do, it’s much more natural for me to try to fix this, solve that, do that thing or try another possible solution. Sometimes, and I’m not proud of this, I’ll problem-solve all the live-long day before I ever stop to pray.
But then He tells me He’s here and He’s got it and all is well.
So I hand them over, the rocks I pick up and carry as I shuffle along, the worries I’ve allowed to weigh me down and the cares that are held in my hands instead of cast at His feet.
I hand them over. I lay them down.
Often, the trickiest part is not picking them back up.
So this song? These words? This tune? It’s the soundtrack of my summer, the reminder in the worn places and the hope-filled places and everything in between — that He can handle it. It’s time to cast my cares.