Mr. Smith and I have different taste in music.
He doesn’t listen to ‘radio’ music. He will sit at his laptop for hours, headphones in place, and dig until he finds what feeds his soul. I believe music is like a therapy session for him, and I’m all for that. Smith knows the true meaning of “Feel the Music.”
“When is the last time you wrote a Feel the Music?”, she asked.
It was one year ago God put this series on my heart. He even gave me the title.
There was a time in my life I stopped feeling the music. Sure, I would listen to the lyrics, but to let the music get inside and move you. That’s what this series is about.
When this song comes on the radio, my daughter grins.
My feet start tapping as I turn up the volume, and yell, “Whip whip!” It’s impossible to sit still during this song! She knows I love it and suggested it for Feel the Music.
My daughter has watched me begin writing less. She wants me to continue writing, but there has been a shift.
Writing isn’t the forefront of my life today. I’m living life and taking time to jot it down.
There have been many changes this year and there will be more. I’m to a point where I just want to be used by God however He sees fit. He has used me a lot in life and I have done and been a lot of things, but He’s not done yet!
I don’t want to step gracefully through the pearly gates.
I want to take a running start and slide through head first.
To live each day and roll with what He lays in front of me.
To make God proud. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.
In the past four years, I’ve had the pleasure of loving two men. I don’t talk about it much, but love has been on my mind this weekend, as you can see from yesterday’s post.
Social media teaches us it’s all about the numbers. Once I realized that, it was a sad day seeing numbers, instead of souls. All of my accounts are now closed except for one.
When I began this Blog it was for a couple of reasons.
One-I wanted my daughter to have a place to go, and read about our life together. Two-I wanted to change somebody’s perspective on life. Not the world, just one.
There is a comment sitting in my comment folder that I will not publish, but this Blog changed her world. There is an email sitting in my Inbox from the son of a dear friend. He found this Blog, and was impacted when I wrote about her.
Hearing this song made me think of those men. It was love that changed their world, and loving them changed mine.
I love to love. That’s what I do. One Blog post at a time.
Walking outside, and looking up at the sky, I said….
“I don’t know what I did to be so abundantly blessed by You, but I’m grateful. I don’t know why I get to be used by you, but I’m grateful. I don’t know God, I’m just grateful.”
Stepping back inside the house, this was playing over the radio. The volume was turned down so low, I could barely hear it, so somebody here must need to hear it too. xx
Driving home last night, this song came on the radio.
The one thing that can change my mood rapidly is, hopping in my truck, and driving somewhere, even if it’s just down the road 10 minutes away. It doesn’t have to be a long drive, just long enough to hear the right song.
There is something about being in my faithful truck, on a road, and hearing a good song that feeds my soul.
As I listened to the words in this song, it reminded me of why I write. To give hope. I’m not sure I’ve written anything to save someones life, but God will work through our writing to help change people’s lives. It’s His job to save.
I will tell you what you need to hear, and that you’re not forgotten. My hope is you can see a God who is more than all you ever wanted. We all need hope, and if you’re here, you’re not alone. Maybe God has called you to this Blog, and you will read something that will change your perspective, which is a good step toward changing your life.
Years ago, my Mom came to visit us in Texas.
After a few days of showing her around, she asked, “Where are all the cowboys?!” Her comment still brings a smile to my face. I responded, “They are here Mama, just hidden.” She watched way too many westerns.
Yesterday morning, a young cowboy was walking in front of me into a restaurant, and I knew what was going to happen as soon as I saw him. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a plaid shirt tucked into his jeans. Yes! In this Texas heat!
He saw me approaching from behind, reached for the door handle of the restaurant, pulled the door open and stood there waiting for me to walk in first. It’s how he was raised.
Standing in line at the restaurant, he stood out, and I could tell the waiting was making him uncomfortable.
There was a young man about his age standing nearby dressed normally. He was also staring at his phone, which I didn’t see the young cowboy with a phone. It was 10:00 am, and he was trying to order lunch. The lady behind the counter modified the menu to make him lunch.
I felt sad for the young cowboy, feeling out of place in Texas of all places! He probably received his first pocket knife at the age of five, and was taught how to use it for work on the farm, and whittling wood for fun. Not for protection.
Maybe he felt like he was standing out in the crowd, but I saw him as standing above it.
Thank you Mama’s for continuing to raise young cowboy’s.
May they always stand out in the crowd, and open doors.
Some days, we just need to lighten up!
As I sit here getting some work done for a client, this song came on the radio. I walked across the room and turned it up to 60. It made me smile just hearing it. An oldie, but goodie, and you know ladies….You secretly like it that way.
