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The Power of Music and Mindset

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Let me encourage you, be real with you, and blow your mind while I talk about music, a book, and my Grandpa and Pop.


The last couple days, I’ve been on a song loop of singing and listening to, “Raise a Hallelujah.” Which got me thinking of my Grandpa. I also started reading Quantum Life by Steve McVey that got me thinking of my Pop. The associated lessons that I learned from each of them as they lead by example are invaluable.


“Raise a Hallelujah” by Bethel Music goes like this:


“I raise a hallelujah in the presence of my enemies. I raise a hallelujah louder than the unbelief. I raise a hallelujah, my weapon is a melody. I raise a hallelujah, Heaven comes to fight for me.


I’m going to sing in the middle of the storm. Louder and louder, you’re going to hear my praises roar. Up from the ashes, hope will arise. Death is defeated. The King is alive.


I raise a hallelujah with everything inside of me. I raise a hallelujah, I will watch the darkness flee. I raise a hallelujah, in the middle of the mystery. I raise a hallelujah, fear, you lost your hold on me”


I’ve been singing it so often, that Eli now also knows the words. This morning, I was explaining to him what the words to the song meant.


I talked to Eli about how my Grandpa embodies this song. Through out my life, Grandpa Houser takes his pain and life experiences and pours his heart out to Jesus through music. It’s beautiful to listen to, and the songs my Grandpa has written are incredible.


He connects with God and finds a peace that passes understand through music. As the lyrics to the song say, he sings in the middle of his storms and his “weapon is his melody.”


Lately, when I’m feeling the darkness of uncertainty, fear, and anxiety I’ve been listening to or singing songs that remind me of the power in the name of Jesus.


I recently was shown this incredible video of my Grandpa and Grandma Carol when they were around my age singing to a woman who looked very ill.


Through out my childhood, when someone was dying or very very sick, my dad packed up his guitar, and we went and played music for them. I was able to see that my dad got it from his dad.


There is something to that, that resonates as “right.”


When it’s my time to go to be with Jesus, I want to go singing.


“Fear you lost your hold on me… Death is defeated the King is alive.”


For the first time since I turned 22, my last birthday, (34) kind of freaked me out. As I reflected on the year, I felt older.


I felt the weight of being a responsible adult that I never had before as life changed a lot this year. Family members that I always depended on, are in a place in life where they are looking to me for help.


I am honored and humbled to be able to help and love on my family to the best of my abilities, but the shift in roles hit me hard and is very emotional for me. It’s marked a new phase of life that I was not prepared to accept.


I lost a safety net. I realize that I am actually the safety net now for my family. While it is a blessing to be that, it’s also scary. It’s very adulty.


“Raise a Hallelujah” has been bringing me so much peace and helping me to reset and reframe my thinking when anxiety and fear creep in.


The last couple months, I’ve been reflecting on the power of mindset and what you focus your attention on.


Yesterday, I started reading this book called Quantum Life by Steve McVey to the family. It’s about quantum physics and how both modern science and scripture backs up the idea of the power of mindset. What you think, what you speak,  and what you believe are what manifests in your life.


Throughout my life, I’ve witnessed my Pop tapping into the kingdom of heaven through the power of his faith in Jesus, determination, and mindset.


As a child, Pop had tuberculosis. He spent a whole year of high school in a hospital. During this time he contracted hepatitis c from a bad blood transfusion. This destroyed his liver,  and he had no choice but to have a liver transplant when I was two years old. No one thought my Pop was going to make it, but he determined that he was going to be okay and he was.


Years later, when I was 12, they found a cure for Hep C. Doctors encouraged Pop to take this experimental cure and while the Hep C was removed from his body, the medicine destroyed his new liver. I remember he was on death’s doorstep. Everyone thought, this was it this time, but just in the nick of time, Pop got his second transplant and is here today to tell the story.


Pop determined in his mind how his story was going to go. He was always positive. He had faith that God was going to take care of him. He did not let anyone talk negatively around him. Dying wasn’t an option.


My Pop is a walking miracle and a testament to faith. I believe that through Jesus, he willed himself to live despite the odds.


Imagine if we channeled this mindset for more than just health and healing and let music carry us and lift us up when we feel at a loss.


Our possibilities become endless.


I’m so thankful for the lessons I’ve learned from my grandfathers. The innate wisdom in them just being them has lead us and will continue to lead the generations to come.



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