Significant Connection To The Song 'The Beginning' By Michael Card

We lived in Lake Andes, and my mom worked in Gregory, so that meant I spent a lot of time in the car. Working a lot, my mom would take me on road trips to Gregory. While my mom worked, I would hang out with my Grandma MariLee, where we would read books all day and go for

While I was volunteering at a local emergency shelter with a friend, a team of gospel singers visited the shelter, hoping to enliven spirits through song. Being worship leaders at our own church, my friend and I anxiously, yet excitedly, joined them. Before singing, we all agreed on a list of simple, but powerful, Christian songs that everyone would be able to sing along to. The melodies, piercing the atmosphere, soon had shattered families standing hand in hand, joining our growing chorus of hope for a speedy recovery in Houston.

Everyday we would do something new, for example, go karting, board games, card games, but specifically the one that sticks out in my mind is geocaching. We would always go out to new places and look for geocaches. It was exhilarating when I actually found one and got to take what was in the container and put something new back in.

As a child I frequently made up little songs, and there seemed to be a constant stream of music in my head. I could see myself in the children she was observing and like them I didn’t have a framework for my experience – it was just my life. Whether it was singing while playing, tapping out some rhythm, singing at the top of my lungs to a favorite song, or goosebumps from hearing “Hall of the Mountain King”, it all felt familiar and warming. It has also made me aware of the musicking I continue to make every day in small ways here and

Up in the wide open spaces of nature my brother, mother, father and I would hike, bike, ski, sled, and tube. Depending on the season there would be a new adventure to pursue. During the summer months, my favorite activity was tubing down the San Juan river that cuts and carves through the town. One certain summer my cousins came to visit. With them came their children, Meredith and Aaron. I was the baby of the kids by only being six at the time but I still loved hanging out with my vastly older cousins and

I sat at the window staring at the wave of traffic waiting for my mum to come and pick me up. All the cars looked like a massive rainbow serpent moving along the road and I was trying to look for my mums purple car. Every morning when I was four I woke up and had to go to my baby sitter Ann’s house so I was thrilled, she had enough play dough that you could make a house and all the toys you could every think of but I loved it because I had friends there and we would play for hours on end.

Jubilantly, I scurried down the hallway on my mother’s call. I was amazed. Facing me was the most assiduous creation of godly art in this world and siding it was nothing less than beauty lost in this world; the melodious track of the unknown artist of music who juddered the world. Were the ears of this world worthy enough to hear the bewitching sound? Calming the soul of mankind to its deepest roots, healing the wounds from this callous world. The sound is as heavenly as the Bible.

Life magazines, and I would look through them when we were there. I especially like the magazines with John F. Kennedy in them. We would also go to the beach in California and that is something I loved. I liked nature and I loved to watch the ocean. I wished we had a house overlooking the ocean, and I sometimes dreamed of owning a place next to an ocean. As we were growing up, all her relatives died.

The days we were at home we would play outside or help my dad with fixing

‘Leaves you believing not only in the redemptive power of music but above all the redemptive power of love. Funny and wise, sweet and true.’

The activities were, Ga-Ga Ball and Basketball. Lauryn and I played a couple rounds of Ga-Ga Ball then sat in the lounging area, I needed a break because the

Today I see myself differently than when I was a toddler. There are good and bad events that have shaped me into the person I am now. Good and bad things happen to everyone; although maybe not the same events that have occurred in my life or in the order that they have happened. These songs that I have picked, paint a picture of the past events or feelings I have had in my life.

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.

My mother moved us to a tiny house, about a 3 hour drive away, in a town called Fort Collins, Colorado. In my young mind, it was far, far away. I was so excited to see a new place!! I remember going out on my bike, riding as fast as I could, while the wind was blowing my hair, checking out the neighborhood. It was just my mom, my sisters, and me in our small house.

On the average day, I used to carpool with my best friend home, in a silver vehicle, either a van, or a car. We would drop her off in her small, but beautiful apartment, where anybody could notice the brouhaha of children from ages 6-14, dashing through the lush green grass and elegant pink-and-white flower beds to get back to the comfort of their own home. Subsequently, I would frolic around the house, and clown around with my younger sister. Then came the homework. Although we complained of heaps