I used to dream of singing,
not just in the rain
or even in the shower
... but on a big stage,
with a sound system that made me sound good
with a band,
with back up singers,
with back up dancers (j/k),
or in a small room with an enraptured audience,
on a stool with a guitar,
at the piano, effortlessly playing
.... singing like no one else was in that room
.... singing for an Audience of One
I used to dream of traveling the world,
a flight attendant, a pilot
suitcase never quite unpacked
traveling this vast planet, seeing the world
I would be able to speak multiple languages, fluently.
communicate to strangers, who would soon become friends because that barrier of language would be gone
I used to dream I could play instruments,
not just piano
but saxophone (very groovy)
guitar
no.... bass guitar (very cool)!!!!
I would definitely be in a "chick band"
I used to dream that one day I would be a mom to dozens of kids
rescue the children of the world who seemingly had no one to call their own
those who had no parents, no one to take care of them
or I would show up at bus stations, in large cities, ready to snatch beautiful, broken young people who had run away
run from abuse or from themselves
rescuing them from the Predator, the Bully who was waiting
I imagined being the one to find an abandoned baby, maybe left on my door step, maybe crying out in a dark alley, or stuffed in a bag, left with little more than one more breath of life yet much more love to give
Now I dream of being a writer ...
one who spends hours on my laptop creating story lines,
chapters to books,
lyrics to songs,
posts on a blog
words that encourage a friend
words that annihilate that sense of isolation that creeps at our minds saying
"we're alone in this, nobody can relate to what I'm going through"
words that tell stories of true life, of what has happened, what is possible
words that give Truth
words that offer Hope
I dream of having that time, to share what flows out of my heart and my head
generously offered to me by my Creator
To be one of His many ways that He answers prayer, He changes hearts, He gives purpose
I haven't sung in a while, I never did conquer the bass guitar (I'm not dead yet ...)
But I have sung in the shower, in the rain, and even on that big stage,
for my Audience of One!
I never did get my pilot's license, or serve people their drinks thousands of feet in the air
But I have traveled the world, met strangers who became friends
There are not dozens of children living in my home, I've never rescued a run away or found a baby abandoned ... but again, I'm not dead yet!
I still wish I could grab a microphone once in a while, with a bass wrapped over my shoulder, singing a song in my perfect vocal range, belting it out with the strength of a diva
But this I can do
I can write, I will keep writing,
and I will keep dreaming!
not just in the rain
or even in the shower
... but on a big stage,
with a sound system that made me sound good
with a band,
with back up singers,
with back up dancers (j/k),
or in a small room with an enraptured audience,
on a stool with a guitar,
at the piano, effortlessly playing
.... singing like no one else was in that room
.... singing for an Audience of One
I used to dream of traveling the world,
a flight attendant, a pilot
suitcase never quite unpacked
traveling this vast planet, seeing the world
I would be able to speak multiple languages, fluently.
communicate to strangers, who would soon become friends because that barrier of language would be gone
I used to dream I could play instruments,
not just piano
but saxophone (very groovy)
guitar
no.... bass guitar (very cool)!!!!
I would definitely be in a "chick band"
I used to dream that one day I would be a mom to dozens of kids
rescue the children of the world who seemingly had no one to call their own
those who had no parents, no one to take care of them
or I would show up at bus stations, in large cities, ready to snatch beautiful, broken young people who had run away
run from abuse or from themselves
rescuing them from the Predator, the Bully who was waiting
I imagined being the one to find an abandoned baby, maybe left on my door step, maybe crying out in a dark alley, or stuffed in a bag, left with little more than one more breath of life yet much more love to give
Now I dream of being a writer ...
one who spends hours on my laptop creating story lines,
chapters to books,
lyrics to songs,
posts on a blog
words that encourage a friend
words that annihilate that sense of isolation that creeps at our minds saying
"we're alone in this, nobody can relate to what I'm going through"
words that tell stories of true life, of what has happened, what is possible
words that give Truth
words that offer Hope
I dream of having that time, to share what flows out of my heart and my head
generously offered to me by my Creator
To be one of His many ways that He answers prayer, He changes hearts, He gives purpose
I haven't sung in a while, I never did conquer the bass guitar (I'm not dead yet ...)
But I have sung in the shower, in the rain, and even on that big stage,
for my Audience of One!
I never did get my pilot's license, or serve people their drinks thousands of feet in the air
But I have traveled the world, met strangers who became friends
There are not dozens of children living in my home, I've never rescued a run away or found a baby abandoned ... but again, I'm not dead yet!
I still wish I could grab a microphone once in a while, with a bass wrapped over my shoulder, singing a song in my perfect vocal range, belting it out with the strength of a diva
But this I can do
I can write, I will keep writing,
and I will keep dreaming!
