My Life Soundtrack

Made to Love - Toby Mac

Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carslie

Who Am I - Casting Crowns

Cinderella - Steven Curtis Chapman

To think of how to describe my life in the form of music is like breathing for me!!! Music in its own is a life style for me. Well here goes:

Birth

I guess in thinking the song that would best fit my birth would be Made to Love - Toby Mac. The chorus says,

"I was made to love You I was made to find You, I was made just for You, Made to adore You, I was made to love, And be loved by You, You were here before me, You were waiting on me, And you said you'd keep me, Never would you leave me, I was made to love, and be loved by You."

I'm not completely sure if this is what this whole song means, but in my life these lyrics mean just what they say. I was made for God. I was made to love him with everything I have. God brought me to this earth to adore him as my only God. NO matter what would happen God will love me. He was there in the beginning and will be there in the end. Alpha and Omega.

Childhood

Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carslie is the song that best fits m childhood. Its about a father and his daughter and how he watches her grow up. The only problem with this fitting me is that for a lot of my childhood my father was not able to be there. My father was a truck driver, until i was about 17 he would be gone for months and months at a time. The song starts with

"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride. I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."

I remember the first time I rode a horse. I cried until my father came and held my hand it was than that I never wanted to get off the horse. I baked my father a cake... I guess bak is the wrong term to use. I attempted might be better. I wanted to make my gather a cake because I noticed that my mother had the box. So I spend 10 min before my father came home from a over-the-road excursion. Well i took it mixed it with water, stuck it in a bowl and though i was going to surprise him.

The rest of the song is about this father watching his daughter grow up, and watching her start her own life.

Teen years

The song I picked for this part of my life is Cinderella - Steven Curtis Chapman. I took serveral dance classes throughout my teen years due to the fact that my life consisted of Figure Skating. Whenever I had to lean a new dance, the first person I wanted to show was my father. Whenever he came home from work the first thing I would say was "Daddy wanna see my new dance" My mother was my support in everything I did. It was mainly just me and her. We were the best of friends. She took me to every Skating competition and practice. Every ballet practice, and every gymnastics practice. To be without her was something that never once crossed my mind.

Adult

Who Am I - Casting Crowns is the song that best describes my "so far" adult life. Now that I am older I have the ability to decided for my self what Is right and Wrong, Lie and Truth. The one think I had troubles with for the longest time was trying to find out Who I was. I still struggle with it from time to time as situations in my life change. But over all I have been able to come to the conclusion that I AM A DAUGHTER OF THE MOST HIGH. I AM A PRINCESS TO THE ONE AND ONLY KING.

Clay

When a potter starts a new piece, he starts with a ugly lifeless lump of clay. He than takes this lump and sets it perfectly on his wheel. Next he dabs water on it here and there to make it wet and goopy (he will also put some on his hands) Now with steady crafty hands he spins the wheel and molds the clay till it takes on form and takes on a new shape. Now that clay was just fine the way it was before, it wasn't harming anything it wasn't in anyones way, but the potter saw that it had a potential to be more, to be something beautiful. When we think we have our life just the way we want it and everything is perfectly going our way, God takes it and puts it on his potters wheel, dumps water on it to make it soft and reshapes it to what he wants it to be. We were created with the ability to make choices of our own. We have the ability to look at the clay and decide weather it should be a bowl of a vase. Either way that clay is going to be made into something that someone can use. This is what God does with his children. We come to him a shapeless lump of clay that has no purpose and no place, just to exist. When we are put in the Potter's hands suddenly we start to show purpose, to show life. When we receive Christ as our savior it is like the potter putting the clay on the wheel. As the wheel starts to move water is added. These are the tears that are shed to show the trials and tribulations we encounter. We all know that it is never easy being a child of God while we reside here on Earth. With the tears we are broken down and soften. When we are at our weakest point, face down in the mud and no where else to go, That is when He can really start to shape us into something useful. Every now and than we get dry and we think we are exactly where we need to be, again the Potter will add more water and make the clay more workable. Not every lump of clay is made into the same thing. Some are made into Vases, some bowls, some cups, some are even made into statues. Not every Christian is made into the same thing either. We have our Pastors, our teachers, our singers, and our missionaries. Each one serving there own purpose in the China cabinet that is our Fathers house.

God-Shaped Hole

When we call to you with hearts of praise,

our eyes are opened to brighter days.

When we lift our voice in exaltation to you,

we can look to heaven and see a glorious view.

Our very destiny you do hold.

A wondrous future you promised and told.

A broken past you stitch and re-mold.

Upon your shoulders you take my hearts load.

Every mark a reminder of a past gone wrong,

every tear I shed, why do I cry so long?

All pain is gone, your love still there.

Do you know how long it will take to fix this tear?

A God sent angel, a blessing in disguise.

You know the true me, the life in my eyes.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You somehow still love me.

Knowing I have lied.

God's true love poured out from your soul,

you showed me how to fill this God-shaped hole.