Face the Music

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I wrote my first song in third grade. I printed it neatly on a piece of notebook paper, added authentic full-color illustrations with my crayons, and presented it to my teacher with great pride. I never actually sang her the song, but she was wonderfully gracious. I've been writing songs every since. 

​Song, for me, has been a form of prayer since I was a child. It was where I wrestled with the "big things" I was dealing with in my everyday life, and offered the deepest parts of my heart to the Lord. It still is. I've shared some of these songs with close friends, others with larger audiences, and others with the youth I've worked with over the years. It has been a joy to watch God touch hearts with these songs, even as He has touched mine. 

Sometimes I think the songs I write are a kind of journaling to music. Yet, I have always felt that "my" songs were only partially mine. It's more like they are given to me, and I often need to hear them more than anyone. It still amazes me that God will use a song I wrote years ago to speak to me in the present, and I suddenly get the feeling that I never really understood it before. Some songs are still a mystery to me. I've never fully grasped their meaning. But then, maybe the meaning is not for me to understand. Maybe it is for someone else. 

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