Friday, May 27, 2011

I dreamed a dream...

As I type this post I am watching Glee, yes I am a closet Gleek. Since I can remember I have loved the arts. In my very early days my sister, Kourtney, and I would make up dance routines to songs on our Raffi record player (remember what those looked like) and preform them to our parents. At Christmas time my sister, Eva, would write a play and all of us would perform it Christmas Morning. I loved being in the school musicals in middle school and started dance when I was nine and haven't stopped yet. (I have slowed down, it now consists of dance parties in the basement.) I loved to belt out Mariah Carey and Rachel Lamp songs and sometimes even the Star Spangle Banner and Amazing Grace in the garage. (the car is my new stage) My dad and I would sing duets in the recording studio and I even sang in the choir in high school and college.

I LOVE going to plays, musicals, dance performances & concerts. When I watch the arts it stirs something in my soul; I get lost in it--I just can't get enough of it. I have always dreamed of being on a stage singing or dancing in front of a huge crowd. I used to pray that God would give me a singing voice that would captivate people--a voice good enough to be on stage. He obviously has a different plan for my life. I am slowly exposing my boys to this world and would just love it if they have a passion for it too!

Worship music has been an awesome tool for me to draw nearer to the Lord. When I hit the pavement with my running shoes, I have my iPod on with worship music as my play list. I am easily captivated by his creation; his tapestry. I find myself talking to him--thanking him for all that he has done and given to/for me, repenting of my sins, praying for others and asking him for his guidance. The music drowns out the distractions of the world; it enables me to focus on the most important person in my life. I have peace that I'll never be on a big stage performing in front of a crowd, but I know that the arts will always be a part of my life.

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