I’ve woken up again in one of “those” moods. I ‘ve hit the wall. I’ve been single parenting for 9 days with 3 kids who are on summer vacation. We’ve done alright but we’ve reached that point where you can just feel the threads starting to fall apart. I’m still covered in poison ivy and I can’t find any product to give me relief. I’ve accomplish almost nothing on Sparrow for the last 9 days. I’m lonely, I’m tired, I’m restless, and I’m agitated. In short, mama’s in a mood. I should probably lock myself in my room for the next 3 days. But one can only dream.
So instead I’m going to try and turn this train around before the kids wake up and we have a colossal colission. I’m turning to my music. Maya Angelou is one of my favorite authors and she wrote this about music.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Gather Together in My Name
So here’s some of my refuge if you would like some too. You can crawl into my space and I promise not to bite. You may be surprised where I find peace. But beware, some of these videos are pretty raw and the lyrics can be strong so try not to be offended or surprised. If you struggle with that it’s probably best to stop reading here. Fair warning.
I love Mumford and Sons. They have an ethereal quality of transporting me back 100 years. It doesn’t hurt that they speak to my Irish heart.
Alright, now cut me some slack. This video is pretty frightening but I love the song. It releases my inner girl rocker. Totally gets me pumped up.
I was so thankful my daughter shared LeCrae with me after seeing him at Winterfest this year. I needed these lyrics. I don’t need to go into depth but I have some pretty deep family blood of wasting life on bitterness and unforgiveness. I don’t want to be that person.
This is one of those songs that just comes to mind sometimes out of seemingly no where. It’s one for me that I might be humming and then realize what I’m really singing. A side note: I adore Carrie Underwood. She’s a powerful woman on the short side.
Finally, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of Perfect from Pink. I wonder how many women around the world needed to hear those words from God’s perspective.
I would love to hear what music speaks to you. It doesn’t have to be deep and you don’t need to know why you like it. That’s one of the cool things about music. We can just like it for what it sounds like or what it says. What are you listening to these days?