"Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth, burst into jubilant song with music."
Noah is captivated by music. It seems as though it has been that way since day one. When he first began to gain control of his limbs, it was in church during praise songs that he would choose to flail most exuberantly. When he first began to say "words," it seemed to be in a sing-song voice. "Music" is one of the signs that he chooses to use most frequently (behind "eat," "milk," and "more," of course), and it's closely followed these days by "drum" and "guitar."
Dave and I have the privilege of hosting my nephew, Ben, at our house while he's doing a month-long internship with our church's worship band. Our home is now graced daily with the soothing plucks and upbeat strums of the strings from Ben's guitar. (A teenager who's graduated from high school and removed from his buddies has lots of time in the day to practice the guitar...)
I'm pretty sure that Noah adores Ben. Ben's a great person in his own right, but the fact that he makes music puts him pretty near deity in Noah's world. The little guy is constantly making his way into Ben's room, trying to get a touch of the wonderful instrument that makes such great music. And Ben's a pretty good sport about letting Noah have a few strums every once in a while, although he quickly learned how to close the door of the guest room.
I thank God for the desire for music that he has put in each one of our souls. I don't know a single person who is not drawn to music, be it classical or screamo. Most of my days are engulfed by music, be it the background noise at the coffee shop, the sound my coworkers singing or the Pandora app on my iPod, and I imagine most people share my experience.
Since God created us in His image, does he like to listen to music as well? I imagine that it brings him joy to hear "all the earth burst into jubilant song." I'm so glad he passed that on to us.