Music is a median that speaks to my soul. During high cotton music is my outlet just to rejoice in the joys of the day. Also in low times I rely on music to get my emotions out. My mother told me that I was like a trash compresses because I am calm, cool and collected on the outside but all the while I am packing in my emotions. Until at some point those emotions explode and at this time I need something to let them out. These past few weeks I have allowed my heart to stray from the Lord. I have enabled the devil to slowly move my sights from my primary relationship with the Lord towards relationships with others, scholastic goals, and other elements of my life. It took me falling decently hard in the past couple days to be able to recognize this drop. While I work my way out of this dark place I don't really want to listen to lots of happy, upbeat, perky music. I have gravitated towards John Mark McMillan and certain darker Gungor son...