A few days ago I came across an entry in my journal about music...more specifically, how I miss the music.
I think I'll weave the story into this post, among the pictures of what my boys have built and how they are living out their dream of owning their own music production company.
You see...
"On a random Thursday morning I decided to dust in the living room. As I got to the 4 guitars in various corners, dusted the parts and put them back in place, I realized how much I miss the music.
When our boys were growing up, there were very few hours of the day when I wasn't hearing music coming from their rooms.
When friends would come over and make a comment about hearing music, I would have to stop and really listen because it had become such a regular sound in our home, that I didn't even notice it anymore.
Fast forward to this empty nest season and though the guitars are still here (some of them), the music has moved on to a little apartment down the road and a house in the next town over.
I miss those days of guitars and music - even the late night sessions they got in trouble for (musicians keep late hours!).
But I'm glad they are still playing - even if I can't hear it.
I've got the memories alive and well in my heart. Every home needs some music."
And as I read that entry in my journal, I marveled at how far God has taken my boys.
They've built their dream and are watching it unfold daily, as the Lord increases their business.
They are working with artists of all kinds, helping them build their own dreams of making music.
But back to the music...
Yes, I miss having music coming from all corners of the house, day and night. But to know they are still using this gift to serve, not only the Lord, but their community of musicians and artists, is a dream come true - even for me.
Because there is no sweeter sound or blessing than knowing God is at work in your kid's lives.
Truly, that is what a mom longs for, more than any other gift.
So now, when I dust those guitars sitting in the corners of the room, I think about the boys that used to play and the blessings that have come from all those hours spent practicing and perfecting their craft.
And every now and then, they come over and one of them will pick up a guitar and sit there strumming while we talk. I think it drives their wives crazy sometimes, but to me...it's music to my ears and I'm just glad to have them home again. And I'll welcome the music anytime.
To read more about their company, Atlas Recording Company, click HERE.
Until Next Time...
Blessings!
