24/04/2026
Growing up, our living room floor used to be littered with packs of cracked CD cases and scratched discs. Back then, I couldn’t always put words to what I was feeling, but I knew those songs carried the very presence of God. Some were soft melodies I’d hum under my breath, and others were powerful anthems that left me with no other reason to be here but to worship.
To some, they might just be "old hits," but to me, they are my roots, the first map of everything I love.
I didn’t just listen to them through my old three-loader Sony deck; (IYKYK) I lived in them. They were my first real encounter with the Holy Spirit. They were my companions when I was a loner, my battle songs when I was afraid, and the ones that helped me memorize scripture.
Even now, when those opening chords hit, I’m instantly that child again, basking in God’s presence without any boundaries. Pressing play is everything to me, so here is my heart singing the songs I grew up with.
✝️