A Concert

The other day a number of us gathered at a coffee shop, Indigo Bridges, for a concert. If I hadn't had been there for something else, I would have scouted out the back half of the shop which was rows and rows of books. And the coffee was good! (you don't hear me say that just anywhere)

But there were several musicians singing and playing their original music. It was a lovely night. What makes this post-worthy is that Dear Herman was there. It is remarkable to me what music can do. Words that swirl and pool and pile up in the head can become thoughts. If a creative person lets them become pointed and honed, then those words can be transfered into ideas. Ideas in song that are then caught by other brains. I may not have the entire song memorized but words stand out. Those words swirl and pool in my head to formulate other ideas.

And to be frank, I was just plain dazzled by my daughters' ability to bless and strengthen and inspire a roomful of people. Truly God lets us hear His thoughts about us through their music.