At this moment, I'm kind of in awe of how much it sets the tone of my day. I don't know if I listen to more or less music than the average person, but music is a constant backdrop to my life.
At home, Pandora plays until the "are you still there?" message appears. Then I click "yes," and the song resumes.
In the car, it's the radio. Or a CD. Or sometimes Pandora.
The stations we listen to are numerous. When Grammie babysits, it's usually Disney music that plays. When I need the a calm reminder that God is over all, it's the Getty channel that's on. Most days, it's All Sons and Daughters. Sometimes I change it up and put in some Michael Buble. Or Chris Tomlin. Or Rascal Flatts. Or Broadway tunes.
But the music? It's almost always on. It's calming. It's grounding. It's energizing. It's rejuvenating. It makes me dance. It reminds me to pray. It settles my soul.
And it's not until I'm away from the music for a few days that I realize how much I need it woven into the fabric of each day.