Yesterday, while writing Feel the Music, Lewis Capaldi began singing a cover of the Miley Cyrus song, The Climb. It’s one of my favorite songs and yes, I love Miley. She went through a major growth phase and being a celebrity, we got to watch.
To find our true selves, we need to peel back the layers of life we’ve accumulated. It’s a messy process, but I want to find that woman God wants me to be. She’s in there, on this journey with me.
They probably dislike that I’m perfectly content on rainy days by reading, writing or both. One sits beside me displaying his most pitiful expression, coinciding with a tail wag.
The day began with coffee and slid into English tea and scones. My daughter laughed when I told her, “I bought a fireplace!“, but it takes center stage on days like today.
My music taste recently on YouTube has been Lewis Capaldi. My daughter told me about him and he is referred to as ‘America’s Sweetheart.’ You can hear his voice because the instrumental is minimal.
After YouTube played several songs by Lewis, it created a playlist of similar artists. Normally, I feel a need to walk over and click ‘skip’ on the ads, or the song itself, but that didn’t happen today. It was a divine playlist that went from one heartfelt melody to the next.
It’s been playing for hours and I just now touched the screen to share this song with my daughter and you.
It’s been two years since posting my first Feel the Music and today, my darlings, that’s what I did.
It was in March of 2017 I posted the first Feel the Music. God probably put it on my heart before then, but that is when I obeyed. 🙂
A couple of weeks ago, I did some deep cleaning. You know those areas we walk by, look at and smirk? This particular area was behind the stereo. Jumbled up wires covered in dog hair. There comes a point you’re just tired of walking by it.
I borrowed some zip ties from my neighbor and unplugged all of the equipment. Then I heard a noise. The sub woofer was making a clicking sound, but didn’t think much of it. I untangled each cord and folded it into an organized bundle. Zip tied it and plugged everything back in.
I pulled up a song that has really good bass.
I was a little concerned about the clicking noise, but I think what happened was, the sub woofer reset itself to factory settings. My daughter had changed the settings at some point and dialed back the bass. Well darlings, after that little clean up expedition, my house is thumping again!
The theme this week sorta fell into love. I’m no expert on the subject, but I’m willing to learn.
This song just melts my heart.
I always thought if I were to marry again, this song would play as I walked down the aisle. It would be a small, intimate, outdoor wedding with family and friends.
That hasn’t happened and I’m content.
I don’t know God’s plan, but while I walk this path, I can continue to enjoy this song.
I hadn’t pulled all the way into my side of the driveway. My daughter was with me at the time and I was trying to leave her extra room to get out of the truck. The tree branches are taking over. We forgot it was sitting there when she backed out the following morning. 😦
She was upset, but I wasn’t bothered. It hurt her Jeep more than my truck. Her Jeep is relatively new, and Steve, (my truck) is ten years old.
Walking through the house this morning I noticed it’s time to vacuum. I’m pretty sure I just did a couple of days ago. Big white dog is shedding like a mad dog, but you know what?
He’s worth every hair I walk through.
I’ve dropped the ball on a few things this week, but I’m living. Just living life through the bumps, scrapes and vacuum bag full of dog hair.
A few days later, my daughter still felt guilty for backing into my truck. I told her, “I love you more than Steve.” She gasped and asked, “Was that ever in question?” We both laughed, but there was a day, when she was small, that I wouldn’t have driven him until he was fixed.
When my daughter first started driving, we lived in the country. There was no traffic unless she took a major highway to visit her Dad or friends.
She learned to take the back roads.
The advice I offered was, “Let as many people out as possible. If you see someone that needs to enter the lane in front of you, let them.” That’s good karma and it will come back to you.
Now we live where there’s lots of traffic. She was hesitant when she needed to pull out, but I told her, “Look for a truck. They will let you out.”
Especially a Chevy or Ford! 🙂
Y’all people drive pick up trucks.
My daughter shakes her head at how country I can be sometimes. She says I need to hide my crazy better, but it’s fun being a Y’all people.
No one emotion dominated, but I just wasn’t myself. Music helps so I turned the Bluetooth on in my laptop and stereo and pulled up YouTube.
YouTube knows what I like and I wasn’t surprised to see most of it listed was country. I began my Saturday with a playlist of Kenny Chesney.
My parents have long since passed but I have fond memories. They did the best they could, but the best thing they gave me was a solid foundation to grow upon. They raised me to be strong, but kind.
My Ford F-150 is ten years old.
Before my truck, I drove Mercedes.
My daughter asked, “What’s your next vehicle going to be when Steve, (my truck) retires? Will you go back to a Benz?”
I just laughed and told her my little old lady car would be a Jag, but there will always be a truck sitting in my driveway. It’s who I am.
I have an old pair of jeans full of holes. I wear them on Sunday and call them my holy jeans. 🙂
My favorite thing to do on Sunday mornings is hop in my truck, roll the windows down, and take a drive. The air coming through the windows feels good this time of year. I heard this song during my drive this morning and want to share.
Keep writing and planting seeds my darlins.
God can use what’s published here on WordPress to reach exactly who needs to hear it. Those words can change their life and yes lovely, even save it.
This song came on the radio and took me back years ago. I was visiting a church and the worship band played it. Within no time I was jumping up and down singing and praising God.
You just wake up one morning and realize, today is the day. Then everyday becomes THE day. To move forth in the dreams God placed on your heart.
