New song. Woo hoo!
I write songs, semi-infrequently. Actually, I regularly write bits of songs, and irregularly actually finish them.
In June, I started writing a song… and then, at my pastor’s wife’s encouragement, in October, I finally poured myself into crafting the entire song, words, music, everything, and actually finished it. I thought, “This is really good. This has actual potential,” and I tried running it by my hubby, and he was like, “Um, yeah. That’s good.” But then, for a couple of months — in which I really tried hard to work on my attitude, as he played five or ten songs of his own, asking for feedback on lyrics, chord selection, this or that bit of melody — didn’t say boo about it again.
~I promise I don’t always fight with my husband.~ Actually, when we hit ten years, it seemed like that was the magical get-along number, and we virtually never fought again. Well, it wasn’t magic, exactly, but by that time, we had been around enough mountains to know how to effectively voice our disagreements. Usually.
About a month or five weeks ago, on a Saturday, he ran yet another song by me. Please understand, I am SO THRILLED with my song-writin’ husband. He’s written some truly excellent music, and the Spirit just flows through him, and he’s a fantastic musician, has a great grasp of all facets of songwriting, and what, specifically, works for corporate worship (“corporate worship” meaning, Sunday morning, everyone singing). My problem wasn’t with him writing music. What I was struggling with was him wanting me to give him my totally undivided attention on most Saturdays to work with him on his songs, whilst mine went unregarded. Make sense? Very much an exercise in humility.
So, as he was playing another song for me, I was trying really hard — really hard — to give him my best. There’s sad irony in me pitching an attitude fit over a worship song. I’m aware of that. So, I was doing my best to deal.
But, a bit later, when Martin asked, “Babe, is anything wrong?” it all came pouring out of my mouth and eyes and gestures, and hit him, I’m sure, like a wall. He responded, “Well, OK, let’s work on it later today.”
And then, I started thinking, “Well, that was dumb. I don’t want him giving attention to the song just because I dumped on him.”
But… no matter the reasoning, he did give it a good deal of attention. Not that Saturday, but the next.
And then, yesterday, at new song practice (which we have every three weeks), the team learned it! It went really well. It was cool to hear everyone singing and playing it. During practice, we had all the vocalists up at the mics, and it was like a mini-choir, with the ten of us or so… A mini bluegrass choir, because the melody is low enough that some were singing high tenor, which always sounds bluegrassy to me.
The true test will be on next Sunday or the one after, when we actually do the song, to see if the congregation… buys into it. To see if it catches on. I hope so. I wrote it as a corporate… anthem of sorts, for our particular church body. It’s not a solo kind of thing. It’s for all of us. I hope it works out that way. 🙂 I’ll let y’all know.