Musicians
Music is part of my soul. I remember long-ago moments, both important and mundane, by the song that was playing at the time. Sing along word for word to tunes I haven't heard in decades. Feel the tingle of the Holy Spirit when a song expresses so much more about God and faith than words alone ever could. Worship more deeply in singing and swaying than any other possible way.
How thankful I am to my parents for the sacrifices it took to keep me in piano for so many years. Though it still makes me vomit-nervous to play in front of people, it is an honor for me to share God's love through my fingers. Brandon finds it strange that I can pick up sheet music miles from a piano and read the notes like words in a book. It's a privilege.
When things started to go wrong last year, I clung to the keys. Played at every opportunity because it was the only thing I could find to bring me peace. I don't want to let that go. There is power and joy and mourning and beauty in the music that God has given us.
Precious memories too. Music is part of what made me fall in love with Brandon, as he wooed me at the piano and with his dreamy voice. It was how I soothed my babies, from before they were born until they wouldn't let me sing over them anymore.
And how I pray that those same babies will have music as part of their souls as well. They sing on occasion, dance enthusiastically to any beat, and make pretty good use of our growing collection of instruments. It's a beautiful thing.
One photo of each boy, every week, doing their thing.
How thankful I am to my parents for the sacrifices it took to keep me in piano for so many years. Though it still makes me vomit-nervous to play in front of people, it is an honor for me to share God's love through my fingers. Brandon finds it strange that I can pick up sheet music miles from a piano and read the notes like words in a book. It's a privilege.
When things started to go wrong last year, I clung to the keys. Played at every opportunity because it was the only thing I could find to bring me peace. I don't want to let that go. There is power and joy and mourning and beauty in the music that God has given us.
Precious memories too. Music is part of what made me fall in love with Brandon, as he wooed me at the piano and with his dreamy voice. It was how I soothed my babies, from before they were born until they wouldn't let me sing over them anymore.
And how I pray that those same babies will have music as part of their souls as well. They sing on occasion, dance enthusiastically to any beat, and make pretty good use of our growing collection of instruments. It's a beautiful thing.
One photo of each boy, every week, doing their thing.
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