I grew up listening to an odd collection of music.
Classics and chamber music.
Big Band and swing.
Some Blues because my dad liked BB King.
Some country - because one of the favored albums in the house was Willie Nelson's "Red-Headed Stranger"
So I have an odd collection of musical memories. I don't really mind. Until "I shot the sheriff" gets stuck in my head.
Yesterday was an odd sort of day. It started in an odd sort of way.
Remember when I said that I had that awesome song Newsboys song came to me in the shower??
It didn't happen twice in a row.
Yesterday, when I rolled over in bed I heard the lyric....
"The night they drove Old Dixie down and all the bells were ringin'..."
Excuse me?? What's that??
I know God talks to me through music. Especially music in the morning.
But I haven't quite figured out if that song was because
God was having fun (because He does that),
sending a message (he does that, too) ,
or the MP3 player in my head shuffled because I rolled over (a thought that amuses me because some MP3 players are motion sensitive nowadays).
I haven't figured it out. I'll have to ponder it for a while... until I figure it out...I guess I'll sing along... I mean, what else can I do until the Mp3 player shuffles again??
Na, na, na, na, na...