This is my newest composition. It’s a short one…but it’s meant to be that way. It’s part of my #musicdiary collection. This song expresses exactly how my musical heart hears the beauty of DAWN - richly imbued with its orange, pink, purple and blue hues. In the world of creativity, while photographers get to capture the beauty around them, composers get to capture the sky’s majestic beauty and paint it on the black and white canvas of the piano. Forever captured. Forever remembered. Forever heard.
Source: SoundCloud / AianeKarla
It has been exactly two months and nineteen days since I married my best friend. Our wedding day was the happiest day of our lives. Several days ago, I remembered a prayer I said years before I met my husband. I had just started more specifically praying for a God-fearing husband. One day, after asking for the Holy Spirit to grant me wisdom to know how to pray for God’s chosen spouse for me, I found myself on my knees eager to offer up one of my most earnest prayers. It was one that didn’t have any ‘specifics’ that were left up to me, but left all the results totally up to God.
Lord, I pray that you would grant me a husband and marriage that would help me have a deeper understanding of Your love for me. May he be one that not only hears the words of my mouth, but listens to the song in my heart.
That was it. Short and simple. My prayer journals began filling up with other specific prayers for my future husband, yet that prayer never ceased to leave my mind. I knew only God could help me best understand true love.
It’s been a little over two months since I became a wife. Some days, I find myself wondering what I did to deserve my husband. I often find myself in overwhelmingly grateful and happy tears. The tears come when my husband sends me a text message right before leaving work, asking if I need anything from the grocery store. It happens when he comes home with herbs, spices and other ingredients for the dinner he knew I was making but didn’t have all the ingredients for. Tears roll down my cheeks when he gladly sets up our Roland studio keyboard and recording equipment so I can get back to making music - a project I have been wanting to accomplish for years. I cry happy tears when he wakes up at 5am to help me prepare for an upcoming potluck that requires tedious food preparation…which usually means hours of varicose-forming standing at our “very purple kitchen” (as he likes to call it). When he spends hours on FaceTime with my parents and plans the details of our time together during their upcoming/next visit, my heart can’t help but feel like bursting with joy as I realize love is not something we must deserve in order to receive.
Love is a GIFT from God.
A woman who fears the Lord will not run away from God to satisfy her longings and relieve her anxieties. She will wait for the Lord. She will hope in God. She will stay close to the heart of God and trust in His promises. The prospect of departing into the way of sin will be too fearful to pursue; and the benefits of abiding in the shadow of the Almighty too glorious to forsake.
Be like the flower who even gives its fragrance to the hand that crushes it.
Oh, dear! If there’s anything I’m (very) quickly learning about myself during this move, it’s that I have WAY more books than clothes. …and I’m absolutely fine with that! ☺ A walk-in library would be much better than a walk-in closet. Books contain adventures, experiences, vivid verbal imagery (painted with the colorful strokes of words), words of wisdom and knowledge, testimonies, tear-jerking and life-changing stories that make you cry and laugh (sometimes both at the same time), instructions, admonitions (yes, lots of bitter medicine…but they’re good for ya!), life lessons and gripping facts (and some old and forgotten ones) that challenge you into action. The pages of books contain worlds, countries and cities all ready to jump into action and existence the very moment you begin reading their pages! Books carry the fresh smell of local street food in a remote little town tucked in the mountains somewhere in Asia, the sound of children excitedly greeting a perfect stranger who just arrived to serve as a missionary in an African village, that chilling blow of the winter wind in the European mountains…the list goes on and on! Books may get old, worn and torn (just like shoes, purses and clothes), but the wealth of knowledge they give to those who take the time to read them outlast the fleeting satisfaction of having possessed and worn the latest of everything. And better yet? Books change lives and relationships! Guess which book is the BEST READ for everyone? (Hint: Book not in picture! ☺)