A Broken Record

Kids nowadays might not really grasp the whole concept of a broken record. You remember the saying…you sound like a broken record? While I do see that LP’s are making a comeback, I think music is still mostly purchased from iTunes or Spotify, or whatever. Me…I’d love to have a turntable again for my collection of vinyl.

I remember we kids would tussle in the living room when Mom and Dad were playing music on the stereo. Once in awhile, we’d land on the floor a little too hard and the record would skip. The parents didn’t appreciate that so much. And then there were times when the record somehow got scratches on it and the needle would get stuck on those marks and play the same word over and over again until someone manually fixed it.

Well life can be like a broken record. It gets stuck in a rut and cannot move past it without help. I’ve been stuck a lot. Many times I cannot get myself out on my own so I needed the help of God.

It’s okay to get stuck once in awhile. That just life. But every so often, when things are the toughest, I need God to lift the needle out of the scratch and place it on a smooth portion of the vinyl. Then my music can play once again. Friends and family often help me as well. We need each other to lift us periodically.


In the same line as a broken record, I seem to repeat my thoughts in my posts over and over again. But that’s kinda how life is. Not exactly like the movie Groundhog Day, but close. Life cycles. Issues cycle. Situations cycle. Seasons cycle. And so do my posts.

Hopefully today you’re playing your own sweet music without interruption. But should you hit a rough patch don’t be afraid to ask for help. God will adjust that needle for you. ♥️


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