For as long as I can remember, music has taken hold of this heart of mine. Lyrics and melodies seem to effortlessly intertwine with the daily happenings of life to create moments and memories that can quietly linger.

Case in point. Last Sunday morning could not come soon enough for me as I made my way to the beach – a sight I had not enjoyed in quite some time. I propped up my beach chair, popped in my Shuffle ear buds and watched the waves chase the sandy shore over and over again. It was a moment I wanted desperately to preserve. The music, the moment, and the memories.

Imagine, if you will, sitting on the beach, looking out at the vastness of the ocean, smelling a sea breeze so salty that it makes your blood pressure rise, and feeling wet sand etch between your toes while these songs play in the background:

David Crowder, “Here is our King”:

Here is our King
Here is our Love
Here is our God who’s come to bring us back to him
He is the one, He is Jesus

From wherever spring arrives
to heal the ground
From where ever searching comes to look itself
A trace of what we’re looking for so be quiet now, and wait
The ocean is growing
The tide is coming in

Here it is: Here is our King
Here is our Love
Here is our God who’s come to bring us back to him
He is the one, He is Jesus

And what was said to the rose to make it unfold
Was said to me, here in my chest
So be quiet now, and rest.

Majesty!
Finally!
(It was all I could do to stay seated when this played)

David Crowder, “Only You”:

Take my heart, I Lay it down At the feet of you whose crowned Take my life, I’m letting go
I lift it up to You who’s throned And I will worship You, Lord
Only You, Lord
And I will bow down before You
Only You Lord Take my fret, take my fear
All I have, I’m leaving here
Be all my hopes, be all my dreams
Be all my delights, be my everything And It’s just you and me here now
Only you and me here now You should see the view
When it’s only You(Even with a multitude of people around, it often felt like it was just me and God hanging out together on the beach enjoying His creation — just You and me here now.)
Frank Sinatra, “The September of My Years”:
The melancholy lyrics say it all:One day you turn around, and it’s summer
Next day you turn around, and it’s fall
And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all
As a man, who as always had the wandering ways
I keep looking back to yesterdays
‘Til a long forgotten love appears
And I find, I’m sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years
As I man, who has never pauses at wishing wells
Now I’m watching children’s carousels
And their laughter’s music to my ears
And I find, that I’m smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years
– The golden warm September of my years
It was hard to keep a dry eye while listening to this song on the beach — maybe because so many of my favorite childhood memories originated in Garden City, SC. We traveled there every year while growing up, sharing a large house with my dad’s extended family. The song “The September of My Years” was played at my grandfather’s funeral while pictures of his life flashed across a screen. How apropos.

The song reminded me of particular childhood memories at the beach — my dad letting me sit on his shoulders in the ocean so as not to get clobbered by the waves (hint, hint, Brian!) — his rallying the troops to the different card tables ready for Set-back marathons, my grandfather rocking on the screened back porch for hours, and my grandmother in the kitchen cooking full meals for everyone to enjoy. Those are fond memories which will forever remain etched in my mind.

But time changes and so do people. Fast forward 40 years. I now find myself the mother-in-law of two amazing young women who are head-over-heels for their hubbies and love Jesus even more. I watch them in awe as they both are truly walking answers-to-prayer — testimonies of God’s goodness, grace, and transforming mercy. I’m also the mom to two amazing young men who I would enjoy spending time with even if they were not my sons. I love them, I like them, and I respect them immensely. (Both boys are also on my Ipod. How cool is that?) I also find myself married to a man who makes me feel the need to pinch my arm often to ensure I’m not dreaming. 🙂

Gather all those wonderful family members together, along with one still amazing dad and step-mom, throw in one of the best movies I’ve ever seen (Inception), a fun (but humid and claustrophobic’s worst nightmare) round of putt-putt golf, two dinners at Sarah J’s, and an ocean side dinner date with the hubby, and you have a beach trip that will also remain etched in my mind as one of the best trips ever.

Music. Moments. Memories.

Priceless.

Tiny House on the Hill

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