It’s one of those days. Cloudy outside and inside. I’ve been reflecting about where I’ve come from and how far I’ve come. I’m sure God thinks I’ve come farther than I do. He’s good like that.
I was remembering years ago, when my husband and I were pastoring a church and doing all the “stuff” that is expected of you – from people – I was at a place inside that wanted more. I love music and how it speaks to me. All types of music speaks to me. There was a new type of worship music coming out of California and other places that was welcomed by the church at large. But after a while I was discontent with it. Seemed like the same words in a different style.
Don’t misunderstand me, the songs were amazing and full of truthful words. They touched my heart in many ways. But I wanted more.
Well, the Lord led me to a conference in North Carolina and a man came on the stage to lead in worship. I lost it. Sounds and words came from his heart in a way that I could relate. He changed my life that day. I’ve never been the same. .. Most don’t understand the music I’m touched by. Some do. A few like – hearted people that have come into my life over the years. And I know there are more that will cross my path.
I am so thankful to Jesus for meeting me years ago and continues to speak to me in music and creativity.