Music in the Air
Some of my earliest childhood memories revolve around music: The church congregation singing hymns. A 33-rpm vinyl record spinning on the record player of our home. Going to “gospel singings” where we enjoyed the music of popular quartets and family singing groups of the day. Mom and Dad gathering at the piano at home in preparation of singing “specials” at church—and if not the piano then a guitar (or banjo) was used for accompaniment.
Most of my memories are great ones. One is not. Well, I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was furious! I began piano lessons at age seven. My (mean) piano teacher, Mr. White, decided I wasn’t learning to read music as quickly as he thought I should. At one lesson, he assigned me the task of writing out notes on staff paper (like, five hundred times as I recall) to ensure I learned what notes landed on those lines and spaces! (Five hundred times could be an exaggeration—but it was excruciating to a seven-year-old girl who preferred to be outside playing.) I remember leaving his music room in tears. Then I heard Mr. White and my parents discussing my assignment—and chuckling about it. Mom set the timer daily as I worked on writing out those notes. I promised myself I would never do that to a student should I ever become a piano teacher. I did, and I never forced that assignment on any student (even though I probably should have a time or two).
Music is a God-given expression of the soul. It cheers us when we’re sad. It encourages us when we’re weary. It expresses praise to our great God. I’m grateful for the valuable gift of music, and that I’ve been able to experience it’s worth all my life!
Melody Reever, Editor
March 19th 2019 @ 9:25 AM
My daughter was the loudest kid in the store that day. Everyone we passed was looking, I didn’t care. At the top of her lungs she sang, “I love my mommy. Oh yes, I do. I love my mommy and she loves me too.” If ever I had been on one of life’s mountaintops, I was on one at that moment. Our sweet girl, Tayla, came into Child Protective …Read More +
February 14th 2019 @ 10:25 AM
Four hundred years of slavery changes your perspective. A nation known as God’s people, whose common ancestor (Abraham) had a special friendship with God that was designed to be passed down, were now incapable of seeing themselves as anything but slaves.
So ingrained was this slave mentality that most parents didn’t bother to pass down stories of Abraham and his covenant with God. What was the point? Rather, …Read More +
January 18th 2019 @ 9:10 AM
Motherhood can come to us in a variety of ways. Ours came through adoption and fostering. The decision to adopt from New Beginnings came after navigating the emotions of infertility. After years of waiting, and transitioning from Mexico to the States, we finally received what is known in the adoption community as “The Call.” Debbie Velie’s smiling voice came through the phone: “We have a baby boy for you!” …Read More +
January 3rd 2019 @ 1:35 PM
It was finally here. I was sitting enjoying a wonderful worship set at General Conference in Louisville, Kentucky, this past fall. The Spirit of God was moving in a powerful, yet sweet way. But there amid eight to nine thousand people, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was alone and that no one really saw me—until I felt God in a very specific way. He let me know …Read More +
December 12th 2018 @ 10:35 AM
It was finally time for the annual Christmas program at West Point United Pentecostal Church. All the arduous brainstorming and the countless months spent practicing had at last come to fruition. “Once Upon a Christmas” was our simple way of telling the birth of our Savior though the eyes of timeless characters—Mary, Joseph, the wise men, and more. It was simple, it was beautiful, it was, in my opinion, …Read More +