what is your life's theme song?
when i was a little pony-tailed girl, i waltzed in circles with my brother sam on saturday nights to lawrence welk songs in dress-up clothes of twirly, flowing dresses that were a couple sizes too large for me. everything in my six-year old world was happy, wholesome, pure, good and the future was nonexistent because all that mattered was the now.
the fun-filled strains of the cars hit "magic" -- "...summer....it turns me up-side-down..." was the tune that danced me thru my teen years, the days of summer camp and new friends and sports and seeking acceptance thru accomplishment....camper of the session, all-district volleyball, track records...awards=success, right?
my twenties brought on the realization of all of my dreams -- marriage, travel, children, a spacious home in the mountains with snow-capped views. the bright and cheery show tune "everything's coming up roses" played continuously as my kids and i skipped through life. we were living the dream.
then came the thirties, darkened by the stormy clouds of divorce. the thunder and lighting, whipping winds and torrential rains came out of nowhere and flattened my existence to a pile of rubble. loss of love, husband, home, security--life as i knew it--i could write my own lyrics to little river band's "lonesome loser". thankfully i found a single parents' group where at least together we could sing in harmony thru our crazy, upside-down lives and together find ways to mask to pain.
it's been almost forty years since the otwell twins smiled their polished smiles as they sang from our old console color t.v. in the burnett family living room. forty years of joys, pains, ups, downs, successes and failures, life and loss. this year i turn 46. it doesn't seem possible to have to cover my grays with clairol when i can so clearly remember the carefree days of twirling barefoot in childhood bliss. but here i am, drinking my coffee to get a jump-start on a day filled with work, parenting, bills, doctor's visits--and struggling at times with worry, fears, hail-damaged hopes and dwindling dreams. the easiest choice would to keep hitting replay and wallow in "....beaten, by the queen of hearts every time..." i know plenty of people who love doing the white man's overbite to those lyrics, beckoning for me to join in.
but God's written a new song in my heart. and he's willing to write one in yours, when you're ready to hit play. we've all suffered enough pain to last a lifetime, enough hardship that totally justifies downloading the latest song that sings of sorrow. but i won't be hitting that replay button any more. in fact, if i had that song on an old LP 33, i'd take the needle and etch a long deep scratch on it's surface and haul it off to the thrift store. no, i'm long overdue for a new song. so today, for the rest of my forties, the theme song i'm dancing to is gungor's beautiful things. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1spkhp41ig4
. have a listen -- and you're welcome to twirl with me if you like.
when i was a little pony-tailed girl, i waltzed in circles with my brother sam on saturday nights to lawrence welk songs in dress-up clothes of twirly, flowing dresses that were a couple sizes too large for me. everything in my six-year old world was happy, wholesome, pure, good and the future was nonexistent because all that mattered was the now.
the fun-filled strains of the cars hit "magic" -- "...summer....it turns me up-side-down..." was the tune that danced me thru my teen years, the days of summer camp and new friends and sports and seeking acceptance thru accomplishment....camper of the session, all-district volleyball, track records...awards=success, right?
my twenties brought on the realization of all of my dreams -- marriage, travel, children, a spacious home in the mountains with snow-capped views. the bright and cheery show tune "everything's coming up roses" played continuously as my kids and i skipped through life. we were living the dream.
then came the thirties, darkened by the stormy clouds of divorce. the thunder and lighting, whipping winds and torrential rains came out of nowhere and flattened my existence to a pile of rubble. loss of love, husband, home, security--life as i knew it--i could write my own lyrics to little river band's "lonesome loser". thankfully i found a single parents' group where at least together we could sing in harmony thru our crazy, upside-down lives and together find ways to mask to pain.
it's been almost forty years since the otwell twins smiled their polished smiles as they sang from our old console color t.v. in the burnett family living room. forty years of joys, pains, ups, downs, successes and failures, life and loss. this year i turn 46. it doesn't seem possible to have to cover my grays with clairol when i can so clearly remember the carefree days of twirling barefoot in childhood bliss. but here i am, drinking my coffee to get a jump-start on a day filled with work, parenting, bills, doctor's visits--and struggling at times with worry, fears, hail-damaged hopes and dwindling dreams. the easiest choice would to keep hitting replay and wallow in "....beaten, by the queen of hearts every time..." i know plenty of people who love doing the white man's overbite to those lyrics, beckoning for me to join in.
but God's written a new song in my heart. and he's willing to write one in yours, when you're ready to hit play. we've all suffered enough pain to last a lifetime, enough hardship that totally justifies downloading the latest song that sings of sorrow. but i won't be hitting that replay button any more. in fact, if i had that song on an old LP 33, i'd take the needle and etch a long deep scratch on it's surface and haul it off to the thrift store. no, i'm long overdue for a new song. so today, for the rest of my forties, the theme song i'm dancing to is gungor's beautiful things. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1spkhp41ig4
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