Music in My Soul

Music is an expression of the spirit.  I feel God’s love when I /dance to/listen to/play or sing great music.  If you need a quick pick-me-up, music is where it’s at.

Here’s one to dance to:


Here’s one to sing along with:


When I was a kid, I loved to sing!  I would close myself in my bedroom and sing along with the radio, so my parents got me a record player. When I ran out of songs to sing from the records, I would sing a capella. I finally convinced my parents to rent a guitar. I taught myself– in my room–on my own.  By the end of the week, I could sing along and play this song:


As I grew older and had a family of my own, I kept my guitar by my side.  I sang constantly to my children, and even as a teenager, my oldest son, who is now thirty, would beg me to sing this song, because he always felt it was a song meant just for him, from mother to son:


When my youngest son began to follow in my footsteps, and was spending hours in my room playing my acoustic guitar, because his electric guitar had a different sound from what he liked, I let him take my guitar with him to his dad’s house as he finished out high school.  He played it so much that it died in his possession. Jake just graduated a couple of weeks ago (May 2014). I miss my guitar terribly, and have not been able to get a new one yet.  But Jake proved to me that I had made the right choice, when he called me during his junior year and asked me to listen to the song he and his band had just published. (This is a remake published three years later):


And finally, it doesn’t matter who you are, or who sings it, no song touches the soul like this one:




3 thoughts on “Music in My Soul

  1. Pingback: Magnificent Mondays and Freakin’ Fridays | Write in the Midst

  2. I remember that beautiful voice, and the guitar, and my feeble attempts at harmony. Music touches my soul like nothing else. Love your blogs.

    • And I remember that beautiful girl whose writing and talent at the piano amazed me. You are, and always have been, a sweetheart. Love you, Lori!

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