Flight of The Gypsy Bird

Must. Have. Metalllllllllll. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! So....Daddy has been working on me about letting people into my life...thus the blog. But I have this habit of letting ppl into what's going on in our lives, but not letting them in to MY life. SO! I'm going to let you all in on "me"....well, kinda....hey, it's a process, ok?  I'm letting you in on something I've been dealing with...may not be big to any of you out there, but to me? This is hugonic. Annnnnd here it is: I love music. I love metal. I love classical. I love jazz. I love gospel. I love reggae. I love blues. I love punk rock. I love ska. I love hardcore. I love contemporary chrisitan....get the picture? I love music...all of it. And I'm gifted in most of it....and it wouldnt take much study for me to be gifted in all. For a while, I've been craving a little more than what I'm operating in and it's been really difficult.   ...

 Shane and I were talking, yesterday, on the way to IHOP Macon where I lead a devotional set every Friday. There were four of us in the car, and he drops the bomb, "When you get done with that, I need to tell you something..." I looked up from the chord sheet I was transposing and said, "okay...?" His eyes were glistening with unshed tears and immediately my mind began racing with what he could possibly have to tell me that would stir up that emotion in him. I set my work to the side and gave him my full attention. Right there...in the car...infront of two of the most precious teenagers...he proceeded to weep and to tell me how God had convicted him about not pouring into me and the giftings and anointings that I have...he went on and needless to say the entire car, barring Claud(haha) was a weeping mess. He told me that God had told him that he was to invest in me and my music...and while he was speaking my mind immediately saw the face of one of my b...