"I'm Proud of You, Girl"

"I'm proud of you, girl." those are 4 words and a contraction that I loveeee hearing. Sunday night, I heard them from someone that means the world to me... Danny Hyatt. He and his wife, Cindy, mean so terribly much to me. And no matter what anyone thinks, they do NOT know how much I value that little phrase that came out of their mouths. I needed to hear them saying that. And everytime I talk about that night, I cry. I'm not sure why I cry, but, I do. I get God-bumps. But, let me back up and try to explain this story.

Well, August 20th of 2009, I started attending First Free Will Baptist regularly. And ever since I started attending there, I noticed this couple. Come to find out their names are Danny and Cindy Hyatt. They sing and praise God and Danny shouts, "ohhhhh glory" when he gets filled with the Spirit. Those words will forever be imprinted on my heart. When I hear him shout that, I know his heart's getting filled. And when Mrs. Cindy sings, the Spirit of God falls. Oh how I love that couple.

I think I love them so much, because they are... well... REAL. They aren't "Sunday Mornin' Christians." They show when God's movin' in them at church. And quiet honestly, Mr. Danny scared me sometimes when he'd let out his Indian God holler! haha. I used to jump 50 feet in the air when he let that hoot out, but now, if I don't hear it, it scares me! They are the type of marriage I want when I get married. They serve God. Period. There's no ifs, ands, or buts when it comes to them and God. Man, how I wish I were more like that. Not only do they worship God with everything they have, they edify fellow Christians in the church. Especially me. When I go to sing a solo, or in youth choir, I always look at them. I'm not sure if they notice, but I do. Everytime. It never fails. And Mrs. Cindy has always been there telling me that I can do it. it's kinda like they see something that God's placed in me that I have over looked. They believe in me, and I love them so much for that.

I said all that to say this: Sunday night. Youth Choir sang "When I Call On Jesus." When Courtney Busbee got to "Call Him in the morning', in the afternoon time Late in the evening' He'll be there When your heart is broken, And you feel discouraged, You can just remember that He said He'll be there" I just HAD to get my hands in the air. My eyes were closed, and when I opened them, I saw Mr. Danny and Mrs. Cindy. Then they chorus came back and I couldn't contain it anymore, Both my hands were in the air and I saw Mr. Danny just pointing up there... and I was just like: "God, thank You, for.. this. all of this. Everyone in this building and placing me where You have. I love You, Lord." Then after church, I got out to the door where Mr. Danny was and he just simply said, "I'm proud of you, girl." Boy, that made everything just worth the while. That meant so much to me. (I wanted to tell him that I just wanted to hug him and Mrs. Cindy. and just thank them. For being them. but.. I didn't get a chance)

And since they said something that meant so much to me, I just want to tell them:
Thank you. Thank you for being everything God has made yal to be. I love yal so terribly much. You really have no idea what it means to me that you all are proud of me.... those are 4 words and a contraction that I will carry with me the rest of my life. I love you more than peanut better loves jelly!

God has been good to me!

Let the Music Begin

Have you ever had someone misunderstand you? Or not understand you at all? I know that happens to me... alot. I don't think anyone quiet gets how my brain works. I, whom often has boys on the mind, spends most of my time listening to music. Music. Just the WORD sends beautiful chords through my ears. Chords, of all kinds, just give me a sense of relief, comfort and BELONGING. I'm gonna tell you a secret... I've never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Even in my own famliy, they are all sports minded... and then... there's me. The Black Sheep. Yepp. That's me. I wear that label in my famliy. Ha. I ask myself all the time why my family doesn't have at least some of the same inerests as me. I know God has a purpose. I know deep in my bones that He does. If He didn't, I don't think I could live with the sense of being an outcast... Even within my own family. But when the music begins... all those thoughts just disappear. When I hear music, I just lose all thoughts that I ever had before. Like last night for instence. Our ensemble went to kind of open up for the Compulsive Lyers (YES, that's how they spell LYERS) and Southern Harmony. Can I just say that they are AMAZING?! We, as the high schoolers we are, sat and listened to those college kids sing songs and connect with each other and their audiance in a way that I've never seen before. They told stories with the songs they sang. Now, I don't know about you, however comma, I have never seen anyone do THAT with SPORTS. After seeing them perform... I knew that I wasn't completely alone... I knew that there were people just down yonder in YOUNG HARRIS that hear what I hear. They might even understand. Well, back to the performance... Song after song... Note after note... I just kept soaking in all they were placing out for me. They didn't really sing anything that I listen to, however comma, the way they precented the songs, it made me fall in love. I fell completely in love with my music, my piano and the GENRE of music I like all over again. Last night... God revealed to me part of why I'm here. Although I may not 'fit in' with most people, I do BELONG here. In this place. In this point in time. I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that God wants me here. Whatever the reason, music is involved somewhere. God has given me music for a comfort, a friend, a LIFE. I use it to praise Him. I use it to lift Him up. He gave me the gift, to give it BACK to HIM. That's the only way I can feel excepted or understood. So... Let the Music Begin...