Music is an integral part of my life...
If I didn't love it my hubby would make it so...
He loves it as much as I, perhaps more...or perhaps differently...
He is the one who buys CDs, and brings them home....breaking them out for relaxation, for dinner, but often for special occasions...so that whenever I hear a track from one of those CDs I am instantly transported to the time and place where we grew to love that particular one....for example....
Years ago we lived in Philadelphia....we decided that the winters were just too incredibly long for our Southern blood...sooo we planned a beach party for our church...in February...its amazing what a feeling of summer you can create with beach chairs and towels, picnic foods, tanning lotion (for the scent:)) and of course The Beach Boys playing in the background...I can never hear them without thinking of that night...we turned the heat up to 90...wore shorts and flipflops...all my plants upstairs died from the heat...LOL ..but man was it fun!
Then there was our second trip to Europe...we spent several days in London... he had just bought me the
Frank Sinatra Duets collection....I cannot hear "Foggy London Town" or any of the other Sinatra classics, without remembering that trip....our hotel, the pink tulips my hubby bought me off the street corner...the sights and sounds of Belgium, France and Germany....incredible!..and all set to the tunes of Old Blue Eyes...
There was the first year we moved to NC...a very lonely painful time...when
this CD by Point of Grace, presented to me for my birthday, saved my life and my sanity....songs like
Keep the Candle Burning, Gone Are the Dark Days, Any Road Any Cost...gave me the strength and courage to go on...
There are so many others.... Salty and Trout Fishing in America when the kids were younger, Christina and Britney,
The Toasters, and John Legend as they grew....CDs we've taken on anniversary trips like the romantic
Julio Iglesias, or the folk music of Nickel Creek and their
Why Should the Fire Die...or perhaps our Miami trip, choreographed to the Latin influenced jazz of Ocean Drive....just hearing one cut causes me to taste salty air and hear the waves crashing...
Rod Stewart's Great American Songbook set the tone for my daughter's wedding, that along with Garth Brooks'
Friends in Low Places...:) and Van Morrison's
Bright Side of the Road smells like sunshine and the Natchez Trace to me.

Several years ago we were privileged to be a part of an amazing undertaking by a church we were involved with...we re-created several scenes from the Broadway musical,
Les Miserables, as a tribute to a dear minister friend who loved the play. In honor of his 50 years in ministry...we adapted pieces of the story, setting, and sounds to relate the story of the church and the workers and saints who fight for Her existence.....it was one of the most spiritual and moving things I have ever been a part of. Needless to say...we lived with the Les Miserables soundtrack for months...it still has a profound effect on me to hear a track from this masterpiece.
Sometimes it seems as if my entire life is set to music....which could explain the "singing hopscotch", right?? :)
There is a soundtrack playing in my head which provides an appropriate backdrop for what ever the situation....
My spirit is also set to a soundtrack.... the Creator of music resides in me...the Song of the Redeemed is His gift to me...as I sing it or hear it sung I am transported to His realm...His home...my
true home...my spirit knows and remembers from whence I have been born...and though my mind wanders and my flesh forgets...my spirit never does...one strain of His melody brings me back to who I
truly am and to where I
really live.....In Christ....
Lord, remind me....sing your song in me...