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.   ...

I never got a sec to finish blogging about what Daddy had shown me about Freedom. THEN...our amazing Bishop COMPLETELY stole my thunder yesterday morning. Sheesh! I mean, doesnt he know that I'm the only one allowed to have epiphanies like that??  Haha. Yall better know I'm playing, lol. But seriously. He said everything that was on my heart and more. Remember the afternoon that Shane and I went to Tyus Park? Later that afternoon, I was still rolling around in my mind everything that God had dumped on me. Especially when he had asked me why I ask for something that was already mine. Then, as if on cue, I saw a prison cell and the door was open and there was no guard, but there were ppl inside the cell...sitting and weeping and crying out, "GIVE US FREEDOM!!!SET US FREE!!! OH,GOD!!! RELEASE US FROM THESE CHAINS!!!" which-BTW- were laying at their feet. I remember thinking, "What the heck? The door is OPEN, duh. Just get up and walk out." That...