on music

I began listening to music at a young age. My mother always had beautiful music in the home. She had different tunes for when she was cooking, cleaning, reading, writing, and enteraining. I learned about the joy of music from my mother.
During my lonely years I escaped to my bedroom and listened to various artists, each coordinated with my mood. Sometimes I would play the song on repeat so I could stay in the emotion.
Music motivates me. As a cheerleader, I tumbled better with a good song. At the gymnastic center I had control of the entire system so that I would tumble effectively! I have certain songs that I write with. I have music to read with, and music to cry with. I love it.
I have very special songs that I worship with as well. I love that God gave us music to love Him with. There is a connection that I make with my Father through song.
My mom had me take piano lessons at a young age and I loved it. I love the sound of the piano.
I watched a movie called The Piano today. I identified with the main character and her passion for the piano. I feel similar, but I can't make music. I just play it. I don't know what I would do without music. In fact, it was often my parent's grounding...no music...
Music creates a stir of emotion in the soul. Halie and I used to dance around...she loved music. I loved watching her turn circles at church as she floated around with her friends...enjoying the genuine music at the Village. Maybe I passed on to her the ability to treasure a song.
Music is healing.
Music is my refuge.