God is a Song Stuck in Your Head

Some songs stay with you.

They slip into your brain without asking and hum quietly in the background of your day. You find yourself singing a line over and over, not because you chose to—but because it’s just there.

Faith, I’ve come to believe, is a little like that.

Not always loud. Not always obvious. But persistent. Repeating. Whispering reminders when you least expect them.

We Don’t Always Choose the Songs That Stick

Sometimes it’s a hymn from childhood.

Sometimes it’s a lyric that sounds like a prayer.

Sometimes it’s silence—but even silence carries melody if you know how to listen.

God, for me, is not thunder or command.

God is the line that echoes when I’m walking alone.

The sudden peace that floods me mid-chaos.

The whisper that says, “You’re still here. Keep going.”

Faith Isn’t Always Found in Temples or Texts

It’s in the pause between your thoughts.

In the breath you forgot to take.

In the stranger who said just the right thing without knowing why.

In the morning light when the world feels impossibly soft.

Just like music, God meets us where we are—not where we pretend to be.

You don’t need to be perfect to hear it.

You just need to be still long enough to listen.

The Refrain of the Soul

If you’ve ever heard a song so beautiful it made you cry, that’s what grace feels like.

It’s not about proving anything. It’s not about rituals or fear. It’s about recognizing that something larger exists—a pattern, a presence, a pull—that keeps showing up in moments you didn’t plan.

Like when your life feels like noise, and suddenly there’s harmony.

Or when your heart is broken, but somehow, you still believe.

That’s the refrain.

And it plays over and over.

Even Doubt Has a Rhythm

There are days when I don’t believe.

Days when I feel completely disconnected from anything sacred.

And yet… I still hear the song.

In the ache. In the absence.

In the part of me that still wants to believe, even if I’m not sure what in.

God doesn’t need you to feel holy.

Sometimes, just showing up to your own life is a hymn.

What if God Is the Chorus You Keep Returning To?

Think about it.

We don’t always remember full songs.

Just fragments. Lines. Feelings.

That one lyric. That moment the chords swell.

The same way we don’t always understand God—but we remember the feeling. The warmth. The strange calm that comes out of nowhere.

Maybe that’s all faith is:

Spiritual muscle memory.

A song we’ve heard so often, it lives in us—even when we stop noticing.

Final Note: You’re Not Making It Up

If something beautiful lingers inside you, if it hums when life is quiet, if it comforts you when nothing else makes sense—

Don’t ignore it.

That’s the song.

That’s God.