Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I Always Wanted to be a Star!
I read the book, Purpose Driven Life, a few years ago. It really changed the way I thought about some things, but one thing that particularly stuck out to me was Rick Warren's suggestion that we all write our life stories. I have not done that, but I can see the value in it, especially for our descendants. I would love to have something like that of my mom's, but it's too late for that. So, every now and then, I am going to post some of my childhood memories, and someday I am going to get this blog published and bound for my family. Did you know you could do that? I found out here.
So, I was remembering the night before last how much I really loved to sing when I was little. I still do, but when I was very little, I used to get up in front of the church and sing "specials" quite often. I'm talking 3 years old here. As a matter of fact, I didn't need the church to flaunt my singing abilities. I would give an impromptu concert anytime, anyplace. Sometimes, I even threw in a little preaching. Really, it's true! I have had several people from my childhood come up to me and say stuff like, "I remember the time you climbed up on the coffee table in the hospital waiting room and preached a sermon to everyone there." or " Do you remember singing with your mom every Sunday in church?" Now, I don't really remember being that bad--and it's a sight different from the way I am now, but I do remember singing all the time. I, actually, remember the words of the first song I ever sang at church. It's a funny little song and I can't believe I knew it then, and that I remember it now--35 years later!
"Run if you want to
Run if you will
But I came here to stay-ay-ay.
And if I fall down
I'm gonna try and get up
'Cause I didn't start out that way.
It's a battlefield, brother,
Not a recreation room
It's a fight and not a game.
So, run if you want to
Run if you will
But I came here to stay!"
Told you it was a funny little song, and knowing me at that age, I was probably doing a little choreography! (After all, it was a Pentecostal church!) The thought of that makes me giggle!
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9 Comments:
What a sweet memory! I was quite the performer at a young age as well. Funny how we become so much more inhibited as we get older (at least I did)!
You sound like Emelia :)
She went to the library with her little friend last night and comes home with a kids worship and praise cd. Then she proceeds to free style dance/sing to it in her own world. Totally uninhibited.
That book was good, I worked through it several years ago when I led weekly bible studies at a high security women's prison.
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Annie
My Life as Annie!
It's fun to look back on memories like that. I did not know that blogs could be bound...very cool!
I'm glad to know that another mom of twins had to answer all of the same questions on a daily basis! =)
The kids are already changing so fast...sometimes I wish they would stay babies forever, so sweet. Then, at 3:30 am, I am reminding myself that growing up is a good thing! Have a great day!
That is such a great memory! It's things like that our kids would never believe we did. Well, and some other things, but we won't tell them about those! :)
It's great to write your old and new memories down! Life passes by so quickly, and how quickly we forget. Thanks for sharing such a cute story. :0)
What a great idea! I like the idea of having the blog bound. I will have to keep that in mind. I am working on posting some photos from the "good ol' days" because I love to reminisce!
Neat! I didn't know you could publish and bind your blog, either! What a great idea to hand it down to the kiddos!
Our pastor has talked about life stories, good idea to put stuff down like that. Your kids will love having it one day I bet. Sweet memory about singing with your mom.
Oh yeah. Special music in a Pentecostal church. That certainly brings back memories.
I grew up Assembly of God, and my Dad was a preacher, so I did a lot of special music. My first two real soundtracks were C'mon Ring Those Bells and I Love you Lord Jesus. I think I was four.
I don't know if it's possible to grow up as a Pentecostal preacher's kid and not be an extrovert.
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