God loves us exactly the way we are....and He loves us too much to let us stay like this
Sunday, June 24, 2007
....make it sing
I miss playing my violin....I miss making it sing. I miss the way the music comes and goes and flows from my fingers. I miss pouring out myself through that instrument....I miss music in general. I miss playing my guitar and singing. There is just something that music does to me, to my well-being, to my soul. Music can
speak for me when words fail. I need to find the symphony of my soul again.