Here is a song I started working on this weekend. A couple things to note: I am a terrible ukulele player (sorry), and I do drop a few “f-bombs” in this tune (again sorry), so be advised.
Here’s a new song for you. I know it’s been a while. It’s called Cold Ones. It could be about vampires or it could be about trying to accomplish what we think of as the “rules” with our own strength. It could be about the people who indoctrinated others with their own sense of self-loathing and sense of right and wrong out of fear. Fear of hell, fear of death, fear of a judging and vengeful God. It could be about those who recognize the reality of sin and darkness and choose to fight against it with their own armor instead of nestling themselves into the arms of God and letting God protect them.
I wrote this song mostly because I’ve been thinking about 1 Corinthians 15:56 a lot lately.
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.
Sting here means weapon like a bee stinger. So the weapon of death is sin. And sin gets its power from the law. But Jesus fulfilled the law for us. So sin has no power anymore. So death no longer has a weapon against us.
When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he placed his right hand on me, saying, “Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and of Hades.
“Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:55-57
Jesus defeated death. We can stop focusing on sin now and stop trying to save ourselves, buy our own salvation. We can focus on Jesus. We can just enjoy him and our relationship with him. He has forgiven our debt. We don’t have to try and keep paying it back. It doesn’t exist anymore. The debt has been erased. Forever.
I don’t want to be a “cold one” any longer, someone trying to warm themselves with their own strength. And I don’t want to teach my children to do that either. Or have them believe they must behave a certain way to be loved by God. I want to shed my “protective” overcoat and receive my warmth from the loving arms of God, not from my own abilities and behaviors.
So here is Cold Ones.
Working on a new song this evening. Fun times. The song is below. But, first, I have a question for you: who would come to my house if I did a show and played some of my songs? I have a lot of songs and most of them no one but my family has heard. I’d really like a play them for people some time. So I guess I’m just curious, would anyone come? Drop me a line if you’d like to come to my house and hear some of my songs.
Here is the song, btw:
I’ve Known Jesus That’s How I Know
Here’s my promised crappy recording of my new song. It’s definitely not finished. It needs arranging and polishing and a better piano player and singer. 😉
Anyway, this song was inspired by the idea that we can’t control what people say about us and sometimes our names will get trashed in the court of public opinion. You don’t always have to try to fix their mistaken ideas about you. Haterz gon’ hate, baby. Sometimes you just have to breathe and let them.
11 “Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
Think about Jesus standing before Pilate. Pilate couldn’t figure out why Jesus wasn’t defending Himself. Read these scriptures, boo:
10 Pilate therefore said to him, “Do you refuse to speak to me? Do you not know that I have power to release you, and power to crucify you?” 11 Jesus answered him, “You would have no power over me unless it had been given you from above; therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater sin.”
Pilate’s all, “What’s wrong wit you, brah?!? Don’t you know I can kill you?” And Jesus is all, “Nah, bro. Y’all ain’t got nothing on me.”
(I’m not a very cool person so I hope you enjoy my butchered slang.)
Anyhoo, this is something I need to remember and I remember things better when I sing them. Like the ABC’s and the fact that busses have wheels that go ’round and ’round.
So without further ado, here’s the not very good version of the song I recently whipped up that Nick informs me is “not a piano song”. 🙂
Here’s a little tune I’ve been working on. I don’t know if I’m done with it yet. Maybe I’ll add a bridge or something. I definitely don’t have an ending yet. If you even sorta like it, share it on Facebook because I’m taking an FB hiatus. I still have my account, I’m just not getting on there.
I missed church again this morning. My poor children have had the worst experiences with allergies this summer. Not to be too crass but I’ve decided to dub this the “Summer of Puke”. It’s been… BAD. So. Bad. So I took my eldest to Urgent Care because she was amazingly sick this morning. She is doing much better now but I still missed church again.
That being said, I did get to hear all about church later from my husband, Nick. I definitely missed out on some good stuff this morning. Nick posted this pic from the service on FB with the caption: “We’re all dancing on broken bones.”
He was quoting Bob Bretsch, who was quoting Psalm 51:8 – “Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice.”
Psalm 51 is a well-known and much quoted psalm. It’s beautiful and inspiring and if you haven’t read it lately, go take the time.
Anyway, as I went about my day, I just couldn’t get those words out of my mind, “We’re all dancing on broken bones.” For some reason I identify with them so much. Maybe because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the battles we are all waging inwardly. Thinking how many of us are engaged in a war we don’t even know about.
And so with spiritual violence on my mind, Psalm 51 in my hand, and those poignant words on my lips, I sat down at the piano and wrote a new song. The song is called “Broken Bones”. (Per usual, I quickly recorded it with my phone sooooo… that explains the quality of the recording. You’re welcome?)
Truth time: I’ve written over 50 songs in the last few years. I’m not really sure how many. I don’t post many of them on here for one simple reason: time. I’m a mom with a full schedule, it’s difficult to find the time to get a semi-decent take to post on here.
More truth: My husband has a very nice recording studio that I could utilize whenever I want. But I have even less time for that.
But I want to make more time for recording. And I want to make some actual good recordings.
I’m working on it, guys. Give me a break. 😉
Anyway, until I get around to making decent recordings, I’m gonna try to make more time to post my semi-decent iPhone recordings. At least you’ll get to hear those gems.
So here’s another one for you.
I’m Still Here.
But first, the backstory:
Some of you know that my mom passed away April 3, 2016 after a two year battle with cancer. I wrote this song at a time when I was trying to make sense of it all. I had been reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed (and watching the movie that was based off of the book) around the time I wrote this. Cheryl’s mother also died of cancer and her story is heartbreaking.
Anyway, there’s this scene in the movie when Cheryl has this realization. She’s been hiking the PCT for a while (Pacific Crest Trail) and she’s still hiking even though other, more experienced hikers have quit the trail due to adverse weather conditions. And she says, “Wow. Greg quit and I’m still here.” And something inside me just broke. It’s my favorite scene in the whole movie.
(The book and movie are not for children, just FYI. There are definitely some “fast-forward” scenes, as I like to call them. I’m not ashamed to admit that even though I’m 36, when a sex scene shows up in a movie I cover my eyes and make Nick fast-forward. Don’t judge me. You don’t know my story. 😉 )
Anyway, that’s where the words “I’m still here” come from. It’s this realization that even though we’ve been battered, bruised and beaten by the storms of life, we survived. We’re still alive and here and ready to take on the next day’s challenges. And even though it hurt a lot, we’re going to be ok.
So, without further ado, here’s the song: