Music has always been a language that best speaks to and for me. I have never idolized music or musicians, but I have been thankful for the language of music and that melodies flow through me effortlessly and consistently.
I grew up in a home that was filled with music - my mom is a musician, my dad loved to sing and dance and my early childhood years were all about music; singing it, playing it on the piano, listening and dancing to it . . . everyday there was music.
I recall a time, when our son, Kevin, was probably about 10 years old, when he had a small aquarium in his room. One day I turned on melodic, classical music and he and I lay on his bed and watched the fish swimming to what seemed like the rythmn of the music; he was absolutely delighted. How I cherish that moment in time that we shared together and all the times when music connected our hearts and souls.
Because music is the language of our soul, after Kevin died in 2002, the music changed for me - not that music is no longer important to me, but it has a different place in my heart and life. Until Kevin's death, I was a "singer of songs" (since I was less than 2 years old) and there was never a time in my life that I was not singing solos or in groups, but after Kevin's death that all changed.
Because music is a language that is tied to my emotions, my emotions are easily stirred by a melody or lyrics. Soon after Kevin died, I couldn't sing without crying - even if the tears were not tears of sorrow, the music moved my emotions deeply, and I found it very difficult to sing without crying. Listening to music replaced my singing, and I found that writing songs became a new vehicle for my need to sing. I believe this was God's way of keeping the music alive in me while I was in the "valley of the shadow of death." And, I have no concern about whether or not anyone will ever hear or sing the songs I have written, these melodies and lyrics have all been soothing gifts of comfort from God.
Now, at this time of my life, I am content in the reality that music is from Him and for Him first and foremost, for I know that He is the source of music and that "God gives the song!"
What about you, precious Moms? Does music soothe you - stir your emotions - cause you to feel things you wouldn't ordinarily feel? May God give you a song in your heart.
With a Song in My Heart,
Angie "a mom like you"
amotherlikeme@gmail.com
www.amotherlikeme.info
I grew up in a home that was filled with music - my mom is a musician, my dad loved to sing and dance and my early childhood years were all about music; singing it, playing it on the piano, listening and dancing to it . . . everyday there was music.
I recall a time, when our son, Kevin, was probably about 10 years old, when he had a small aquarium in his room. One day I turned on melodic, classical music and he and I lay on his bed and watched the fish swimming to what seemed like the rythmn of the music; he was absolutely delighted. How I cherish that moment in time that we shared together and all the times when music connected our hearts and souls.
Because music is the language of our soul, after Kevin died in 2002, the music changed for me - not that music is no longer important to me, but it has a different place in my heart and life. Until Kevin's death, I was a "singer of songs" (since I was less than 2 years old) and there was never a time in my life that I was not singing solos or in groups, but after Kevin's death that all changed.
Because music is a language that is tied to my emotions, my emotions are easily stirred by a melody or lyrics. Soon after Kevin died, I couldn't sing without crying - even if the tears were not tears of sorrow, the music moved my emotions deeply, and I found it very difficult to sing without crying. Listening to music replaced my singing, and I found that writing songs became a new vehicle for my need to sing. I believe this was God's way of keeping the music alive in me while I was in the "valley of the shadow of death." And, I have no concern about whether or not anyone will ever hear or sing the songs I have written, these melodies and lyrics have all been soothing gifts of comfort from God.
Now, at this time of my life, I am content in the reality that music is from Him and for Him first and foremost, for I know that He is the source of music and that "God gives the song!"
What about you, precious Moms? Does music soothe you - stir your emotions - cause you to feel things you wouldn't ordinarily feel? May God give you a song in your heart.
With a Song in My Heart,
Angie "a mom like you"
amotherlikeme@gmail.com
www.amotherlikeme.info
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