I believe that music has a way of touching hearts and changing lives.
When words fail, music speaks.
I suppose that's why I often add a youtube video to my posts. There are songs that tell the stories I'm trying to share with you SO much more than I could ever express through my typed words.
Many of you know my "bowling ball story". If you don't, you can read about it here and here. I wish I could express what that experience means to me. The semester that the accident happened, we sang this song in the choir I was in. The super cool part is that the song was written by a former director of the choir and was dedicated to the choir. Which also means that I got the opportunity to meet him and tell him what this song means to me.
My life, truly, is a gift of Father's love. And I will forever be grateful for the Heavenly breath that brought me here and kept me here on that spring day four years ago. I know that my life has a purpose. I'm supposed to be here.
This song has become, in a sense, my song. But today, I want to share it with you.
Just a quick p.s. I'm working on a project. If you want to be a part of it email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with a picture of you and your definition of beauty.