The first song I ever heard by a Christian artist was Shine by the Newsboys and I have been hooked ever since, and in my disappointment that they never come to
, I hatched myself a little plan. I was going to get myself a 1960’s VW style bus, decorate it with various type flower decals and follow the band across the country. Yes, my friends my career aspirations were to become a professional groupie. I was convinced that they would eventually take notice and invite me on stage and I would become the newest member of the band, and I would spend the rest of my days traveling across the country in my VW bus entertaining audiences. So I began practicing for the monumental moment, I would put on a CD, crank the music as loud as I could and use a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and practice, completely oblivious to the fact that the music was so loud the house was shaking, I mean who has time to worry about such small stuff as me being one woman earthquake, I was busy rockin it. My plan was coming close to fruition when reality reared its ugly head, when you are in the depths of delusion you fail to realize a few key details. I can’t sing, I mean seriously cannot sing. I was in front of the mirror polishing my singing and dancing prowess when I discovered I was not good, not only was I not good I was horrible. How was I going to secure the coveted role of career groupie and newest member of the band if I cannot sing? I have since given up my career groupie aspirations but I still dance around the house gettin my worship on for an audience of one, my beloved dog Whitney, who has on several occasions peered around the corner of a doorway cocking her head in bemusement, as if to ask what are you doing? Milwaukee
When you think up the utterly ridiculous your sisters in Christ are the ones you want to laugh with it about because they are the ones that accept you as you are, even in your complete absurdness. They are the fence post you lean on when you have been knocked down and beat up by the world, they are the ones that will pick you up and dust you off and encourage you to get up and go at it again. A friend is someone who wants the best for you and will tell you the truth, in a friends company is where you are secure, Proverbs 27:6 tells us that wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses. When I get thrown a curve ball on this crazy roller coaster of life all I need is one spin on the turntable of the song “Shine” and a squeeze of the hand from a friend and I remember all that I have to be grateful for. A sister in Christ is something that has to be experienced to understand its crucial impact. They are the ones that remind you that you have seen enough miracles that are beyond any human comprehension that whatever dream you may have that seems like the utterly ridiculous to some are actually within your grasp, that is except my career groupie aspirations, that will forever remain just fodder for entertainment purposes only.
Two are better than one,
Because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Today I am joining in the fun of a blog carnival over at Rachel Olsen’s blog, so hop on over and check out the other blogs.
In honor of today’s post, pull out your hairbrushes ladies, and let’s take spin on turntable with Shine.