Have you ever wondered about those crickets—you know, the little black insects that rub something together to make chirping sounds when it seems extra hot and sticky? I never did. Oh, sure, I heard their chirps in the evenings when I was trying to go to sleep, and I knew that it was part of the natural world. But there was no meaning beyond that—not until a wondrous moment when God used their melody to catch my attention. Even though I became a Christian at fourteen and loved the Lord Jesus Christ, I was heavily and passionately pursuing the American Dream with my husband—until it began self-destructing job by job.

What do you do when dream after dream in your life is destroyed—when there seems to be no stability or sanity? You fall apart, or at least I did. Time after time, my light turned to darkness and my hope was shattered. That was the point at which God wrote His beautiful melody and opened my heart so that I could hear it.

In a beautiful, but extremely painful way, God used this destruction to introduce me to a deeper, intimate relationship with Him when I heard the song—His song. Hopefully, you will hear it too.