Saturday before my big day. . ♡

I'd forgotten. Truly, I had forgotten how tender and special it was to write music. The kind that just clicks, because the lyrics and music go together like a perfect slice of heaven.  And how filled and beautiful you feel when you experience that.
It's a part created from your soul that you know only you had the ability to produce and perform; because it's a song from your heart.

God, there really isn't anything more beautiful than that. .. and this is not me cursing or misusing the name of God. . This is actually me saying directly to God - thank you for reminding me how special songs from the heart are and for giving me ability to play them.
                                         
This is how every sing in musical theatre should be performed too, but as an artist it's more difficult to reach that level of personal relationship with the song, because it was written, composed and performed over and over again by so many other people before you.
But really, every known material should feel as pure and personal when you perform it, because it now comes out of your mouth. New visions are seen, because it's with your eyes, and new things are felt because it's this time in your body. A totally new song because it's from your heart, and your heart only for this little precious time.

And these are the feelings I have after 1 hours work on finishing my testimony for my soldier enrollment tomorrow, Easter Sunday. Yes, I composed my testimony. I don't think many soldiers can say that. I think it's very cool. But even if it's admirable, it's no where near the reason I did it (just because I can)... it's very simply because music is the way I  understand and know best how to communicate.

Looking around in the subway for a few seconds, I am quite amazed by how we randomly meet things along or way that assemble our recent thoughts or matters we spend a lot of time on.
Beside me is a woman reading the bible, and opposite me is a man with a jacket that has a print of the nativity story.

I think there's a reason for these people sitting here in particular. I have never seen bible readers on the train, apart from myself.
They are sitting in the same train as me because I had a wonderful filling of God's love yesterday at the big Good Friday meeting, because I am seeking God more especially these days and because I'm getting enrolled as a soldier in the salvation army at Hempstead corps tomorrow.

This is destiny's way of preparing myself and helping me look forward to this special day that I have been waiting for with overwhelmingness ever since my heart was called to fulfill the long wanted wish 4 months ago.

What a beautiful preparation.