dance with me
oh lover of my soul
to the song of all songs . . .
oh lover of my soul
to the song of all songs . . .
So I'll stand
With arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all
So I'll stand
My soul Lord to You surrendered
All I am is Yours
Today was one of those days I wish I could freeze and playback whenever I need to. Maybe this act of jotting down just what today meant to me will serve to accomplish that . . .
Though there are many things that bring me delight in life, nothing comes anywhere close to playing the drums for me. There's many reasons why - I love the physicality of it, the fact that there are intricacies to it that mean you can play the same song a plethora of ways and it still sounds good, the freedom of motion, the ability to impact a song in a way so different from any other instrument . . . But really, the biggest draw to the drums for me is that I can't do it on my own. Drums sound at their best when accompanying other instruments, and they never sound good if they're drowning everyone out. It's a secondary part of a song - vital, sure, but rarely focal. It serves as a great metaphor for the lessons I've been learning over the past few years about how I fit in to this Body of Christ called the Church.
Today, in church, we were tight. I loved how we sounded. I loved playing with a group of talented musicians and great friends. I loved playing The Stand, which has a drum solo bit, but it's such a complimentary solo that it never feels like I'm taking over forcefully.
I loved sharing the Eucharist with my family at Abundant Life.
I loved the phone call with my mom.
I loved hanging out with Sara, who is one of my best friends in the whole wide world.
I loved listening to Dance with Me by Jesus Culture while writing this.
I loved sharing every moment with the One Who gets me better than anyone else, the One I am so ridiculously in love with . . .
And, well, I just had to say something.
Though there are many things that bring me delight in life, nothing comes anywhere close to playing the drums for me. There's many reasons why - I love the physicality of it, the fact that there are intricacies to it that mean you can play the same song a plethora of ways and it still sounds good, the freedom of motion, the ability to impact a song in a way so different from any other instrument . . . But really, the biggest draw to the drums for me is that I can't do it on my own. Drums sound at their best when accompanying other instruments, and they never sound good if they're drowning everyone out. It's a secondary part of a song - vital, sure, but rarely focal. It serves as a great metaphor for the lessons I've been learning over the past few years about how I fit in to this Body of Christ called the Church.
Today, in church, we were tight. I loved how we sounded. I loved playing with a group of talented musicians and great friends. I loved playing The Stand, which has a drum solo bit, but it's such a complimentary solo that it never feels like I'm taking over forcefully.
I loved sharing the Eucharist with my family at Abundant Life.
I loved the phone call with my mom.
I loved hanging out with Sara, who is one of my best friends in the whole wide world.
I loved listening to Dance with Me by Jesus Culture while writing this.
I loved sharing every moment with the One Who gets me better than anyone else, the One I am so ridiculously in love with . . .
And, well, I just had to say something.
