It did not happen all at once. I did not wake up one day and declare, “I will join the choir” or “let me start downloading instrumental songs.” No. It started as a whisper. A quiet pull. The kind of thing that creeps into your heart when you least expect it, soft but steady. That is how music came for me and I opened the door.
Growing up I always loved sound. Not just any sound but the kind that says something even without words. You know that feeling when a slow piano melody touches somewhere deep in your chest or when a choir sings and you get goosebumps That is what got me. That is where the journey began.
At some point I realized it was not just about listening anymore. I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to give something back. And with that I joined the choir.
Standing with others voices rising together harmonies flowing like rivers it is something else. It is more than singing. It is prayer. It is healing. It is community. I remember the first time I wore the robe I felt like I was stepping into something bigger than me. I was not just a student anymore or a young guy finding his way. I was a vessel carrying a message through music.
But choir was only the beginning.
Something in me grew hungry for more. Not noise. Not random playlists. But music with soul. Music that breathes. That is how I started searching for instrumentals soundtracks acoustic vibes worship instrumentals even cinematic pieces that tell stories without saying a single word. And the beautiful part They spoke louder than any lyric ever could.
I found peace in those sounds. I would plug in my earphones lie down and just travel. Sometimes with tears. Sometimes with stillness. But always with meaning. Instrumental music became my background companion while writing praying reflecting or simply trying to breathe through the weight of life.
Music became more than sound. It became inspiration. It reminded me that every note has a place just like every person has a story. And even when things feel out of tune there is always a way to find harmony again.
Joining the choir taught me about structure worship discipline and spiritual connection. But diving into instrumentals taught me about imagination quiet strength and emotional depth. It made me realize that some of the most powerful moments do not need words at all.
I still remember the day I shared one of the instrumentals with a friend and he said “Bro this just healed something in me.” That is when it clicked. Music was not just healing me it was flowing through me to touch others too.
Now whether I am singing in church humming while doing chores or listening to a quiet piano under the stars I understand the power music holds. It is one of God’s purest gifts. It reminds us we are alive. That beauty still exists. That something invisible can make you feel seen.
So yes I joined the choir. I started downloading instrumental songs. But really what I did was say yes to healing to purpose to grace.
And in that yes I found myself.