music
From my earliest memories, I loved music. I would pretend like I was a radio
announcer in the hall of our Linden, NC home. I would tape songs off the
radio, and play them over and over. Drove my mom crazy, it did. I loved it
so much that when I got in trouble-which was hardly ever, I was such a
blessing as a child-my mom would take away my tape recorder as punishment. I
LOVED MY MUSIC!Things
didn’t change too much growing up, either. One Christmas I got Amy Grant’s
Age to Age album as a present, and I played that thing more than it probably
was manufactured to endure. I would sing along with her for hours. I wanted
to be Amy Grant so bad. I even permed my hair just too get that look. I took
piano lessons, voice lessons, and daydreamed of being a Christian music
star. Boy how time can change one’s perspective. Now I am very thankful to
sing around town and not have to worry about charting positions and getting
home at three am Monday morning; I despise my curly-unruly hair (see the
wedding pictures); and I am perfectly content to sit in a chair at WCKB for
three hours a day and actually be on the radio, spinning the tunes we all
love. Yes, I love my music. But more than that I love who this music is all
about. I call Him Lord and Friend. Can you do the same? |
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