I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way.  Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails  so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.

I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.

I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.

My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.

I want to be more than just me. This is me!

Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?

What’s Going On

Today I went to the Post Office to purchase postage stamps. As always I was asked which stamps I wanted. I looked at the samples and was surprised to see one of my favorite entertainers from times past-Marvin Gaye.

I remember not too long before his life was taken I won tickets to see him in concert through a radio station give away. My seats were wonderful. There were seats in front of me blocking my view. I could actually see what was going on. He gave an awesome performance that evening. It was a real treat for me.

Melania Leads the Way

Today I am posting an article written by a friend of mine. She wrote about her observation of The National Prayer Service and how she was touched by what she saw.

January 22, 2017

This has been a monumental week in the history of our country. While the people danced the night away…while the analysts examined every nuance… while the women rioted to give away their dignity and their freedoms… I watched.

 

It was quite a spectacle, full of rash promises and elation and despair and vitriol and wisdom. So much information. So much warfare.

 

And yet, for me, the most poignant moment came at a little publicized event… The National Prayer Service. The ceremony had been quite dull. Ponderous religiosity seeped through the musty air.

 

And then, a young blind girl with cerebral palsy sang “How Great Thou Art.” before our new President.

 

I sang along; the majestic old hymn rang out sweet and true.

 

And as the girl finished, Melania stood up.

 

In front of the esteemed dignitaries… In front of the lofty clergymen called to perform before our new President… she stood.

She didn’t care. She wiped away a tear and applauded.

One by one, those esteemed dignitaries… those lofty clergymen… began to rise and clap with her.

She didn’t take notice. She didn’t blink. Finally, she sat, and turning to her husband she said, “Wow.”

This woman is destined for greatness in the Kingdom. It is said she carries an Esther spirit. And I just believe that I saw her step into her new call this Saturday. I saw God put his hand out, bid her come… and she said yes. This is going to be an amazing 4 years.

 

How Great Thou Art

Oh Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed

Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art

And when I think of God,
His son not sparing,
Sent Him to die,
I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden
gladly bearing He bled and died
to take away my sin

Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art

When Christ shall come
With shout of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow
With humble adoration
And then proclaim My God
How great Thou art

Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art

http://www.christianpost.com/news/melania-trump-leads-standing-ovation-for-blind-singer-at-national-prayer-service-173305/

 

 

When the Past Knocked

Sometimes the past knocks on the door of your present and informs you it’s suppose to be in your future.

That happened to me the first time a month ago. When I answered the door I was totally surprised the past had caught with me after many years.

My dream to be an acclaimed pianist as a child seemed like a unobtainable dream. I didn’t think my mother could afford to give me lessons so I never asked for fear of hurting her feelings. Many years later as an adult I started lessons when my daughter was taking them but I didn’t finish. Years later I decided to try again. I managed to take lessons for a whole year including a recital. Since that magical time-no more lessons.

Last week there was another knock. This time I was impressed to get my keyboard out. I dug into the back of the closet and found it. Much to my surprise my piano books were in the case also. Looking through the books I found my recital piece. I can still play some of the songs in my books.

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I found in my mailbox information about a music school that I will be checking out. Very interesting.

I believe I’m suppose to honor the knock and finish well.

 

 

 

 

 

Harmony

“The combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords having a pleasing effect; the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole.”

Let harmony arise at the intermingling of the sound.

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These ladies were preparing to bring entertainment to the Farmer’s Market on Saturday.

X-Cite

Having a little trouble finding an X word to write about. I’m having to manipulate a word a bit. The word I’m going to write about is x-cite.

Some things that x-cite me are:

Music-I love music, especially smooth jazz. Some people say it’s not real jazz but it’s real enough for me. It’s smooth jazz for a smooth operator.

Writing-has been a deliverance tool for me. The more I write the freer I become. I may not be good at writing, it is helps me face hard things I would normally not address.

It would really x-cite me to hug, kiss and hold my grand babies. I would be x-cited to see the twinkle in their eyes and the cute way their mouths curve into a smile knowing that their grandma was lovingly hugging them.

I could go on but I’m sure you get the idea.

What x-cites you?

I Wish I Were

I wish I were one of the grown-ups I wanted to be when I was a kid dreaming of my future.

I dreamed of being an elementary school teacher. I loved little kids. I had the patience and desire. I also dreamed of owning a day care. That dream also connected me with little kids.

I wish I were an artist standing before a canvas and letting my creative juices flow. Making beautiful artwork that the person taking in the beauty be swept into their own I wish I were.

Instruments making music reverberate within me every since I was a child. My desire was to play the piano. I wish I were an excellent pianist that could make the keys dance beneath my fingertips to the melody of my choice and bring joy to the listening ear.

I wish I were free to be able to express myself through my writing that would help the reader see a clearer picture of themselves and not let anything stop them and having to one day think I wish I were.

I truly wish I were able to ignore the annoying voice that repeatedly haunted me with you can’t do this or that. I wish I were able to push past that and succeeded.