Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Piano lessons, singing in choirs, taking voice lessons, leading worship with my husband…these were activities that I participated in regularly. I mostly sang alto when I was in the choir. I loved that part because it supported the lead by adding some sweet and savory harmonies. Still love it. But from time to time, the notes I would sing would be a little off from what you’d expect. I wasn’t reading the music incorrectly. It was written to be dissonant, which means harmonically unresolved. When this would happen, I held that note and waited anxiously for the resolution that I would soon provide. And when the resolution occurred, all was well in my little musical heart. Not to mention the smile that crossed my choral director’s face. Tonight, there is dissonance in my heart but it has nothing to do with quarter notes or melodies. Actually, I can’t quite put my finger on it. It could be that I’m feeling a surge of guilt over my comfortable home while my brother is serving our country in Afghanistan. Maybe it’s because I have a dream that I want fulfilled so desperately and I’m longing to find out if the answer I desire is going to be delivered to me in a few weeks. Or quite possibly, it’s that I’m still, after 29 years of knowing and loving Jesus, trying to figure out how to have an intimate and growing fellowship with my Savior. Not sure what it is but it’s something. It could be all of them. Just don’t know. What I do know about dissonance is that although it’s a tad bit uncomfortable during the moment, the future resolution is worth the wait. Pray for me, will you?