PMS? ... no, PAG!

Yesterday, I heard a song on the radio. I've heard it many times before but I usually just tune it out.

The reason? Its by Amy Grant. I just don't like her songs. Never have done. Too middle of the road or something like that for my taste.

Anyways, she has this new-ish song called "Better than a Hallelujah" - its the usual kind of sound for Ms. Grant, so for months I've not paid attention to it ... until yesterday. You see, I heard a line of the song when I was washing dishes - and, well, it literally turned me into a crumpled mess ...

The line is - "We pour out of miseries, God just hears a melody"

In fact, the whole of the chorus touches me:

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

I instantly got the picture - God rejoicing and dancing for happiness as we put our trust in him and open our hearts and bare our souls to Him.

The song came on the radio again during dinner with my husband and my daughter. The lyrics of the whole song are very sweet. I was trying to explain how it touched me ... and then it came out all garbled and squeaky as I was choking back the tears!

My daughter, who recently saw the Miley Cyrus movie asked if I had PMS - apparently there's a joke in the movie where a little boy thinks PMS means Pissed at Men Syndrome (and I do think that there's some truth to that, but that's for another day) ...

I answered her question ... No, I'm just Pissed at Amy Grant!