I was famous once. Back when myspace was first getting started, I wrote the blog that had to be read by about 20 friends. I thought I was special. I wrote blogs about songs and life and gave them controversial titles. I am not sure why music can move us in a way other words cannot. Music is truly the “great communicator.” I’ve been stirred by a few songs as of late, and I would like to share them with you and why they have been meaningful.
“Something Beautiful” – needtobreathe (click to listen for free) 
This is a fairly simplistic song written while actually looking for inspiration. The main chorus is something I (and countless others) can identify with:
Hey now, this is my desire/Consume me like a fire/Cause I just want
Something beautiful to touch me/I know that I’m in reach/I am down on my knees
And waiting for/Something beautiful
The writer can’t even describe what he wants (“something”) all he knows is it has to be “beautiful.” Beauty is relative though. One saying is “beauty is skin deep but ugly goes straight to the bone.” But this isn’t the beauty we’re talking about, otherwise he would have described it. No the beauty he is speaking of is indescribable but tangible. Readily available but not “on demand.” I know the writer’s background. Though this song was played on a recent episode of “Cougartown;” he is writing about something a bit more spiritual than a moment with a woman. This is something I can identify with. I remember times in my life where I felt I was ankle deep in the ocean of “Something Beautiful.” Sometimes I had been searching for it, sometimes it found me. Those times, where time seemed to have stood still, were intimate and inspirational and always left me with an odd mix of satisfaction and wanting more.
I’ll be honest with you, it’s been one of the more “dry” times in my spiritual life. Its like I’m dialing the number and it rings then silence. You say “hello? HELLO?!” and no answer (you At&t customers know what I’m talking about).
I, like King David, have enough memories of God’s faithfulness and those intimate times to be satisfied if He chose never to speak to me again. Yet, I don’t stop seeking Him. I never stop requesting His presence because sometimes it’s nice just to be in the presence of something beautiful.