Welcome, friend.
I'm so glad you're here.
I’ve always loved music. All kinds. All eras. All vibes. If you knew me in my Teen Beat years, you know exactly what I mean. NKOTB, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees — my bedroom walls were basically a boy‑band museum. Posters taped everywhere, glossy centerfolds from magazines, the whole teenage‑girl soundtrack. It was fun, emotional, nostalgic… and honestly, it shaped a lot of my early life. But something unexpected has happened over the last year.
I didn’t make a rule.
I didn’t set a boundary.
I didn’t “decide to be holy.”
My appetite just… changed.
Worship music became the thing I listened to 99.99% of the time — not because I was trying to be good, but because it made my soul feel weightless. Peaceful. Like standing in warm sunlight with my eyes closed, letting God melt away the heaviness I didn’t even realize I was carrying. And once my spirit got used to that kind of peace, everything else started to feel different.
A few nights ago, I saw a reel of Donnie Wahlberg calling each of the NKOTB guys to say goodnight. It was cute and funny — the kind of thing I would’ve loved years ago. But then Jordan answered and said something like, “What the f—?” And I felt myself pull back.
Not offended.
Not judgmental.
Just… uninterested.
I literally thought, “I don’t care for that,” and swiped away. It surprised me. Not because the word was shocking — I’ve heard it a thousand times — but because it didn’t sit right in my spirit anymore. It didn’t match the atmosphere I’ve been living in. It didn’t match the peace I’ve grown used to. It didn’t match the sunlight.
And that’s when I realized something:
When God brings peace into your life, He also changes your palate.
The things that used to entertain you start to feel loud. The things that used to comfort you start to feel empty. The things that used to be “normal” start to feel misaligned. It’s not about being sensitive. It’s about being transformed.
I rarely watch TV now. Not because I’m avoiding anything — but because my spirit feels calmer without the noise. My mind feels clearer. My heart feels lighter. And worship has become the soundtrack that keeps me grounded, steady, and connected. I didn’t lose my old self. I just outgrew what used to feed her.
And honestly? I’m grateful. Because this peace — this sunlight‑on-my-soul kind of peace — is worth protecting. Sometimes God changes our atmosphere by changing our appetite. And when He does, it’s not loss — it’s growth.
You can always sit at this table.
So pull up a chair, stay awhile, and know this is what I pray for you:
That you find encouragement here, may your cup be filled, and may you leave each visit reminded of the God who welcomes us, feeds us, and satisfies every thirst.
With grace, gratitude, and a seat saved just for you,
Kimmy
The Thirsty Table 🍞🌿🤎
1 comment
I totally feel this post. I love worship music. It does set the tone for your life.