Once upon a time,
I was the little girl who listened to music for hours on end. I kept a collection of cassette tapes on my dresser: a different soundtrack for every day. I was the composer writing out somewhat original lyrics and chords in construction paper-backed songbooks I made myself.
I was the virtuoso pianist on the back of the church pew during church services.
I was the lead musician on the piano at home during my mom's devotional time,
filling the house with quite lovely — what I called — altar music.
Music consumed every part of childhood me.
In those days, I dreamed of the day my love for music would become not only my career, but also the talent and gift that I used in ministry to serve the Kingdom of God.