I could post here every day until the end of time, I think, and never name the same song twice...whether I'm deep in the pit and God uses music to lift me out, or I'm on top of the mountain and just want to sing praises.

There is a room in our house where my music lives. My piano is there, Mom's old pump organ, the keyboard, the CD player, the record player (shut up, whippersnappers), all my Gaither videos, a guitar, a handful of harmonicas, even a couple of clarinets.

Sometimes I'll say to Bob, "I need music now", and I'll disappear for a while. Sometimes I scream along, and sometimes I just sit and let the music and the lyrics flow over me.

Today my favorite is "I Bowed on My Knees and Cried 'Holy'", the Michael English version. Tomorrow I'll have a new favorite. I couldn't pick just one to save my life.