The Music In Me

I consider myself a HUGE music fan.  It is a massive part of my life and has been since...well birth.  I come by it naturally.  My mother sings, all the time and loves all music.  My father plays guitar, mandolin, and a little banjo and piano.  He also loves to sing.  Their tastes are diverse and vary from each other which gave me great exposure to lots of styles.  Which in turn led to my own very eclectic taste.  My iPod has everything from Gospel to County to Broadway to Rap to Hip Hop to Folk and on and on.

(side note: I cannot over-express my all consuming love for my iPod.  Thousands of songs in one teeny tiny little place.  Ahhhh-magic. It is a music lovers dream!)

I identify with music.  I think a lot of people do and often it can speak to someone or reach someone in times when words or actions may fail.  Music can more readily make me feel emotion, cry or laugh or get angry, more quickly and more honestly than just about anything.  It's the thing I turn to to comfort me or join me when I am sad, happy, mad, joyful.  I have certain songs I turn to when I am having a great day and likewise songs that can instantly put me in a good mood.  Same goes for the opposite spectrum of emotion.

My church incorporates a lot of music into their services which is something I really enjoy and that really made me feel at home there.  Because I feel closest to God and feel like I am truly worshipping him when I sing.  I feel happiest and most blessed when I hear the collective voices of the congregation raising in song and praising the Lord.  We had some special music yesterday-a bluegrass medley of traditional hymns to kick off the service that was a break from the usual contemporary Christian offerings (which I also enjoy).  And I loved it.  Every single second.  My toes were tapping and I was singing my heart out and in that moment I really feel like I was worshipping as God intended.  It was a great moment for me for God.

Since I am a music person I live with the constant curse of getting a song stuck in my head.  I am like a living, breathing, walking juke box.  Anyone that knows me well can attest to this and also tell you that likewise I am usually singing the songs in my head. 

I'm not crazy.  My mother had me tested. #BBT #Bazinga

This Sunday's music has gotten put into rotation and I have had "I'll Fly Away" and "Victory in Jesus" in particular on repeat since yesterday.  They will likely remain there for days, maybe even weeks. And so you too can get them good and lodged in your brain or even have your own little mini worship this morning I offer you, "I'll Fly Away"-two versions (bluegrass for those so inclined, Jars of Clay for those not so inclined)

 Enjoy and Happy Monday!

 

 

 

**In other news if anyone has a version of "Victory in Jesus" they just absolutely love let me know! I cannot find one I really like on iTunes.  Thanks!