I Believe: Connecting With My Faith & Why Singing in the Car Is Like Therapy by Elisa Schmitz
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Those of you who read my book know how much I love to sing. It’s a fun form of self-expression, but the release it provides is also therapeutic. Especially when you’re in the car.
I’ve had a lot of medical appointments and disappointing lab results lately, more so than usual. This means I’ve been driving a lot lately, more so than usual.
To cope with the chaos, I’ve been singing in the car lately, more loudly than usual. That’s how I found myself connecting with my faith, moving from discouragement to encouragement, and hitting the reset button from doubt to belief.
On my way home, I turned on a random Pandora station. A song I know – “You Say” by Lauren Daigle – was playing, and I started to sing along.
“Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low
Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know”
I turned up the volume a few notches. My voice was still audible because when you’re singing in the car, it’s fun to hear your own voice, too, right? Kind of like channeling James Corden’s Carpool Karaoke.
“You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And you say I am held when I am falling short
And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours
And I believe
Oh, I believe
What You say of me
I believe”
My heart beat faster. The words. The drum. The momentum. I turned up the volume a few more notches.
“The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me
In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity”
I upped the volume and raised my voice even louder, to hear it over the music.
“You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
And you say I am held when I am falling short
When I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours
And I believe
Oh, I believe
What You say of me
Oh, I believe”
Drumming my hands on the steering wheel, my voice caught in my throat. The road became my journey. I saw every challenge and success clearly.
“Taking all I have, and now I'm laying it at Your feet
You have every failure, God, You have every victory”
I cranked the volume to the point where I could no longer hear my voice. I was belting it out, but all I heard was the music; the emotion; the raw message.
The tears started to flow. I pulled the car over. I sat and listened. Then I turned off Pandora.
Wiping the tears and exhaling, I reminded myself that there will always be highs and lows. Our strength and belief is what gets us through them. Our belief in God or the universe, our belief in each other, our belief in ourselves. We are strong. We are courageous. We are resilient. We’ve got this.
I snapped this photo to remind myself that I am not being burned by the fire; I am the fire. And that singing in the car is like therapy! 🔥
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