For those of you who don't know, I am married to one of the most amazing men. I love him beyond words. He always knows how to perk me up, make me laugh til I cry, and turn every poor outlook into a positive. Now I call myself a fairly patient person. I am all about his musical passions, and I fully support his journey to become exactly as the Lord wills. But... yes there is a but... I have officially become familiar with the dreaded song-writer's block. It is a messy experience of sorts to say the least.
The other day Jerrod walked in the house with an electric guitar (aka the beginning of the end). Then he set out to dedicate a week to writing. Now, when electric guitars, or any guitars for that matter, meet head on with a week of writer's block, also matched with one hard-headed gentlemen the results are anything short of boring. My week, and well past 2 hours, have been filled with melodic jingles, foreign accents mid-worship song, sporadic dances with said guitars, and...
... Oh wait! A sudden break through! Praise the Lord for taking hold of the craziness and returning sanity to this home. But honestly, I may need the comic relief, so feel free to send it again. A husband femininely, and operatically, singing praises with repeated shoulder shakes and eyebrow dances can break any monotony and foul mood. Amen.
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