Friday, February 10, 2012

Wild Purpose, Pt. 1

It took two songs before this was the thought running through my head:
"Lord, what on earth are you trying to stir in me?"
For the past several days, I keep finding wild purpose.  I keep having my heart stirring madly within me.

Tonight Somewhere and I went to see Songs of Water at a college.  It was totally free, but, I would easily pay a considerable amount of money to see them again.  Playing with them tonight was Molly Skaggs, sister of Luke, a member of the band, and daughter of Ricky Skaggs.   Somewhere grew up listening to Ricky Skaggs, and thus, it was really cool that Mr. Ricky Skaggs was there tonight and played with them for one song.

Molly opened, beginning chill bumps that got a better work out in one night than most of my body had all week.  Her voice was haunting.  It was a folksy, Irish-y, mountain wonder.  I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry, run through the woods or curl up with a cup of warm tea (or cocoa) all night.  I think I wanted to do all three.  All at once.

I'm getting frustrated because I felt so much but I feel as though I am not saying this the right way.

She was real, raw and gorgeous.  Her sense of humor was adorable.  Her love of music was overwhelming.  I began to dream of blogging as I listened, trying to remember my thoughts while losing them to the music.
I have lost most forever.   It was interesting to me, since this was a "festival" highlighting Appalachia, that so many old time songs have death as a strong theme, and somehow, not an all together sad one.
The song "Railroad Boy" killed me though. Gosh.  So beautiful and so sad.

Then, when I thought my mind was already on the ceiling it was so wildly blown, on walks Songs of Water.  They said they had once been described as Exotic Pawnshop.  Tonight they said Appalachian Exotic Pawnshop.  That really does fit them.  It was literally one of the best musical performances of my life.  I couldn't help thinking this is one of the truest forms of worship I've had in a long time.  Which is strange since not much was said about God.

I was taken by the thought though that God made music.  He made this incredible gift.

My hubby man is falling asleep, so I will continue this tomorrow, but until then, may your heart's dream be alive with the fiery passion of our Creator.

1 comment:

  1. Christa, Your writing is so incredibly beautiful and expressive...just like you. Please keep writing. It fills my soul with joy to read your words. Martha


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