Thursday, September 30, 2010

What is music for anyway?

Believe it or not, I have struggled with the question above.  



When I was a child music was a call to dance, to dream, to escape to somewhere else for the duration of whatever album I (or my sisters) were listening to.  After Jesus found me, music became a way to adore Him.  I loved to sing about Him.  I learned to sing about Him in the youth choir at my church.  I learned about dynamics, tempo, and vibrato.  I learned that some people were very serious about music indeed.

Later, music became a way for me to communicate to Him... not only adoring Him by singing about Him, but realizing I could sing to Him.  This was an amazing discovery for me and a lesson that was unfortunately lost on me in my younger years.  Anyway, I became very passionate about singing to Him, about worshiping Him not only in voice and instrument but in any other way I could think of (or that someone else could think of!).  



I learned (sort of) to play the guitar.  I played and I sang and I taught and learned a lot about worship.  It didn't take very long to learn I wasn't a great musician.  Part of that comes from being surrounded by oh-so-very musical people.  People who are very skilled indeed in making music.  I tried to improve my musicality with lessons and seeking out various instruction.  In fact, my musicality did improve.  But I put away my guitar, and I didn't seek out opportunities to teach about worship so much anymore.  Instead I focused on my technique.... which, by-the-way, I was still convinced would assist me in doing great things for the Lord.... at some point.
I stopped singing songs with my children.

I did teach a worship class for our homeschool co-op, I sang on a worship team at church, but my guitar was collecting dust, and.... I didn't sing at home.  We didn't sing at home.  If you know me, that is a huge confession.

In thinking about it, I know now why that happened.  It's the same reason why I don't write as much as I would like to.  It's because I know that in someone's eyes..... whatever my expression is, is not going to measure up.  And maybe my own worst critic is me.

Now, how incredibly pathetic is that?  It's tragic and sad and a waste.

I wish not to be so wasteful.  Not that I am being wasteful of talent, for my talents are meager indeed, but I have wasted something far more precious.... worship.

By singing and writing and dancing and drawing and creating in anyway you can dream up, we are giving worship because we are doing what we were created to do.


 11 You turned my wailing into dancing;
       you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
 12 that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
       O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.  (Psalm 30)


 6 I will sing to the LORD,
       for he has been good to me. (Psalm 13)

 1 Sing joyfully to the LORD, you righteous;
       it is fitting for the upright to praise him. (Psalm 33)


 6 Sing praises to God, sing praises;
       sing praises to our King, sing praises. (Psalm 47)

4 All the earth bows down to you;
       they sing praise to you,
       they sing praise to your name."
       Selah  (Psalm 66)


 33 I will sing to the LORD all my life;
       I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.  (Psalm 104)


19Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord,  (Ephesians 5)

16Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. (Colossians 3)

 13Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, singing:
   "To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
   be praise and honor and glory and power,
         for ever and ever!"  (Revelation 5)




I dusted off my guitar this morning.  As soon as I started strumming, the Audience of One drew in a congregation of three plus one puppy.  I couldn't remember all the chords and my rhythm was shaky at best.  Our voices didn't exactly come together as one heavenly choir.  Our pitch was iffy.  We sang about His awesomeness, we praised Him.  He was worshiped.


It was beautiful.  No one could convince me otherwise.

I learned an important lesson this morning, one I hope not to quickly forget....

and maybe that's what music is for.






Monday, September 20, 2010

The gifts #246-254

As my family and I seek to find our rhythm, as we have welcomed and bid farewell to many guests, as we have said 'yes' and are also learning how to say 'no',  as we learn what is too much and we see what is just right....as we learn which reality to stretch our hope and strength, and faith around.....

I give thanks.

petting zoos















a child's discovery















the old man remembering his childhood

enduring friendship of these three....















                                                          and the memory of the one who has gone on...





the study of music








































my little one's giving heart.... and that she wanted Grandma there































the odds and ends that make a life beautiful....














a heart that is heavy and full of hope....






Monday, September 6, 2010

Simple gifts. #222-245

In honor of Ann's trip to Guatemala and her sweet list of simple, basic gifts....

clean sheets
electricity
shampoo
conditioner
hot water

ceilings
windows
paint

dishwasher
skillets
gas stove

rice
chicken
spices

slow-cooker
rice cooker

doors
telephones

mail service
grocery stores

rugs
cleaning supplies

sweaters
slippers



holy experience

Monday, August 30, 2010

Gratitude for #209-221

reminders of a past not far gone....


friends that like to plan

graciousness


old houses
islands
the sea

God's grace to help me bite my tongue
His mercy when I didn't

knowing what I need


the ability to serve

the interest of the 'mundane'

realizing that ordinary does not exist (thank you Ann)

that life is beautiful....

















Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Quote of the day, the month..... the year?

Today I was visiting Ann Voskamp's blog:  aholyexperience.com, and she was talking about parenting.  It's a wonderful post!
I linked onto another wonderful blog post written by Jenny at Just a Minute:
Remembering What I Know

In her post, Jenny reflects upon coming back around to what she knows is right when it comes to parenting.  It so beautifully ties into Ann's post.  And it was such great encouragement to me.  I certainly have nothing else to add to what these wise women say.
I simply want to share one of the best quotes I have read in a long while.

I am adopting it as a sort of theme for my own present journey.

This from Jenny:

So if I seem absent from this place, it is because I am present somewhere else.





And now I must go, as I have somewhere else to be....



Monday, August 23, 2010

Gifts from Heaven... 184-208

I am supremely thankful for the opportunity to record these....

sleeping kids
quiet house

sunshine
cool air
abundant growth
having a little animal-baby that forces me out-of-doors often into God's wonderland

my son growing in knowledge, maturity and stature

my girl and the wonderful girlish mystery about her

dirty feet... the evidence of good and adventurous play

being and feeling content

being able to try again

having my love hold my hand unexpectedly

watching him fall in love with a puppy

excitement about a new school year

a good sermon

an island adventure awaiting us

having dinner out alone with my son
knowing it meant a lot to him that we did that

the peace of my home
the health of my children, husband and me

watching my daughter run across the church to embrace her old Sunday School teacher during welcome time
knowing that woman sowed into her life with sincerity, love and truth

that I could sit here all day and write things like this
that I get to move on from here


holy experience

Monday, August 16, 2010

Some blessings.... #167-183


wanting to manage my home
being equipped to do it

the good business practices of a 10 year old
the daddy that teaches him those practices
the people he blessed with his lemonade
the people that blessed him back with their kindness and change

a puppy of our very own
his gentleness
his ability to attach despite his murky past
that even though he's naughty, he wants to please ;>

the little 'cuddle monster' that lavishes us with her love

friends that asked to watch our children one fine Sunday... 'just because'

watching my friend share Jesus' love with her little Iraqi friend

two new little pups for my friend 'Moonshine'
how they make her smile

despite physical silence, knowing I am well loved from 3,000 miles away

that running out of time translates to having more time.