Random thoughts
I love the way God works - consistently. I made this list of goals for the year, and suddenly the very things on the list are almost floating towards me, so that which I wanted to have by July is already at my doorstep. Ok, so it was something quite arbitrary - a washing machine! - but it was really quite bizarre that the very thing I need was offered to me for a REALLY good price the very next day. Only question is, where to fit the thing? The same lady offered me a microwave - she had a flat in Pretoria which was filled with things, and now she has double of each! I turned that offer down, simply for lack of need and space, but am sure she can bless someone else with it. Anyway, it was really kind and generous of her to offer.
The other cool thing was the goal "write a song for a worship band to perform and the congregation to sing and enjoy singing!" - the next day a friend tells me about a lady here in Kroondal who was operatically trained, and she is giving voice training, and she is very good! Got the number, now just need to make the call. I have wanted voice training since 2004, but landed up getting keyboard lessons instead - the teacher at Music Shine School in Randburg said I must play an instrument before I can train my voice. Little did she know that I had played every instrument you can think of but never took a liking to any of them - the only instrument I ever stuck to was the voicebox I was given. So be it!
Furthermore, Riana Nel informed us at the voice training workshop we went to last Saturday that you need to record your songs, which I promptly did. So I have been mightily inspired as of late, just haven't quite known how to bring my song into that realm of explosion which I want to bring it to. It is still in the currents rather than exploding like the waves above the sea. Discovered a recording on my recorder that did leave me feel somewhat like exploding though, so perhaps it will push me into the next realm of reality - don't you just hate it when someone records you without you knowing? It makes one feel so deceived.
Started working on this song at the workshop, but am not able to get it into third gear, so I am pushing for the next chapter, the next turn, the next spin. I am looking out for God and waiting on His Word. Had a strange dream last night that I thought perhaps had another meaning, but am as yet unable to figure it out. Entered an apartment with friends, and it felt like we were gate-crashing, only the hosts weren't actually there. We used their place to party, but left at the end, having used their cognac and made their place a bit unclean. We locked the door, but I felt wrong about it, so I tried to put back everything in the exact same way we had found it, only I realised then that we really did wrong. In other words, there was nothing I could do to undo having been there without them knowing. There was less cognac now. And putting things back how they were before was simply faking it.
So what was I to do? Was I meant to tell them we had stolen into their apartment to use it for a party? Or had they given us permission, and I just didn't realise it in the dream? Well, I know I was not alone. There was someone with me, only he didn't think he was party to the whole situation. He didn't let his conscience speak to him. He just wanted to get away, clear out, make a dash for it, pretend it never happened. Anyway, who knows what it means? Perhaps God will still explain it to me.
The other cool thing was the goal "write a song for a worship band to perform and the congregation to sing and enjoy singing!" - the next day a friend tells me about a lady here in Kroondal who was operatically trained, and she is giving voice training, and she is very good! Got the number, now just need to make the call. I have wanted voice training since 2004, but landed up getting keyboard lessons instead - the teacher at Music Shine School in Randburg said I must play an instrument before I can train my voice. Little did she know that I had played every instrument you can think of but never took a liking to any of them - the only instrument I ever stuck to was the voicebox I was given. So be it!
Furthermore, Riana Nel informed us at the voice training workshop we went to last Saturday that you need to record your songs, which I promptly did. So I have been mightily inspired as of late, just haven't quite known how to bring my song into that realm of explosion which I want to bring it to. It is still in the currents rather than exploding like the waves above the sea. Discovered a recording on my recorder that did leave me feel somewhat like exploding though, so perhaps it will push me into the next realm of reality - don't you just hate it when someone records you without you knowing? It makes one feel so deceived.
Started working on this song at the workshop, but am not able to get it into third gear, so I am pushing for the next chapter, the next turn, the next spin. I am looking out for God and waiting on His Word. Had a strange dream last night that I thought perhaps had another meaning, but am as yet unable to figure it out. Entered an apartment with friends, and it felt like we were gate-crashing, only the hosts weren't actually there. We used their place to party, but left at the end, having used their cognac and made their place a bit unclean. We locked the door, but I felt wrong about it, so I tried to put back everything in the exact same way we had found it, only I realised then that we really did wrong. In other words, there was nothing I could do to undo having been there without them knowing. There was less cognac now. And putting things back how they were before was simply faking it.
So what was I to do? Was I meant to tell them we had stolen into their apartment to use it for a party? Or had they given us permission, and I just didn't realise it in the dream? Well, I know I was not alone. There was someone with me, only he didn't think he was party to the whole situation. He didn't let his conscience speak to him. He just wanted to get away, clear out, make a dash for it, pretend it never happened. Anyway, who knows what it means? Perhaps God will still explain it to me.
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