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...