So many melodies I have composed over the years…from the gut wrenching heartbreak to the angry outcry to the state of forgiveness and grace. My music is an ocean. Waves constantly crashing against shore of my mind…causing me to reflect, to change…to adapt.
And what I have discovered along my journey is my purpose…to love and be loved...to be human as well as something strange and unforgettable. For all too often, the human race forgets to evolve. We remain trapped in the swamps of our souls…forgetting to trudge though the grimy spaces to the place we call home. And as such, we hold on to the losses, the failures…the endeavors never partaken in.
How is it I found the courage to keep moving? For surely, I had no idea what I would find on the edge of my pitiful safe zone…I merely had to believe it would awaken me to more than what I imagined possible. By some miracle and grace of God, I did not drown…even as I fatigued…I was never alone. I heard the voice of hope calling me out of the grave I so willingly and obliviously buried myself in.
And now the day is here. I have the evidence to prove my triumph over my own inadequacies. Songs are my testimony that I survived…and not only so…but I rose up and conquered. I am learning to love my scars...appreciate my imperfections…for they are all part of my design. And without them I would not have the motivation to inspire and awaken the hearts who have given up on their journey.
What magnificent people I have in my life…they never permitted me to stop moving. What they saw in me I will never know…but it is only because of them that I did not burn to ashes and instead became a fire that consumed the brokenness…becoming something safe, warm and powerful.
So here’s to the journey…here’s to the moment of truth. Here’s to you, to me…to music…to life.
Thank you all for your love and support.