Music in my soul

I've got music in my soul. It's the one way I worship well - alone or with others. It's how my heart cries out. I wake up with a song in my head every morning and go to bed with the same or another each night. When I'm playing the piano songs seem to flow into each other - I can combine them effortlessly, and they somehow just fit. Like today: I had one song in my head (DC Talk's "What if I stumble") and suddenly it had flowed into another (the chorus of Matt Redman's "Better is one day in your house"), and flowed back again. It just fitted, music style, key and everything. This morning I woke up with "Better is one day" playing in tandem, over, within and around a Vineyard song, "Holy, holy is the King".

You know, some days I get all puffed up and think I'd make a pretty darned good worship leader - if only I could sing! :)

When I have no words, it's music that talks. I have yet to (successfully) write my own, so it's other's words and music that speaks to and through me. (OK, I admit I did write a song once in high school, a pretty cool thing called "Stormy Nights", but that's about it).

It's been a while since I sat down in front of the piano and let my fingers flow over the keys. I miss it. But Friday night's a-coming, and that's always a very good time for me to create music.

Music is art for me. It's creation, it's expression of who I am, it's relaxation and enjoyment, it's a spiritual calling. Some may call it a hobby, I call it a big part of what makes me Me.