Music and Memories

So since creating this blog, life has been a little too crazy to write. My sweet girl Rebecca had her third birthday yesterday and we headed up to South Carolina to spend some time with Grandma and Maw Maw to celebrate. Saturday night was spent packing, Sunday driving and celebrating, Monday driving and pulling my hair out, and now today some big girl fun with my sweet girl. I finally have a moment while both girls are asleep tonight to write what I've been thinking about. :)

While driving up to South Carolina, Haley slept peacefully, Rebecca played and watched movies on the iPad, and I was able to listen to music as I drove. After a while it occurred to me how many memories were flooding my mind while I drove and how different songs/genres brought up different memories. Listening to The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band made me think of my dad and driving with him in his pickup truck when I was little, singing along to the songs. Linkin Park has a way of putting into song how I have so often felt while dealing with insecurities and various internal wounds. Jars of Clay reminded me of the drive back from Florida to California. There were many other memories that flooded my mind as I drove, all connected to songs either because I had listened to them during that time or maybe just the lyrics would remind me of events/times in my life.

I am so very thankful for the gift of music in this world. It has so many healing properties. It gives us a way to express ourselves (even if we aren't the ones creating the music), a way to help work through things that may be beyond our ability to grasp on our own at the time, a way to celebrate life and the ones we love, and a way to remember.