Redefining “Work”

I’ve been playing with the word work this week. Often, when the word work is mentioned, I cringe a little. Work and paycheck have always gone hand in hand for me. Because I don’t work in the traditional sense (40-hrs/week in a building away from home with paid income); I haven’t considered what I do as work. Many times, when the topic of work arises with others who receive a paycheck, I stutter with a meek response as to what I “do” all day. Yet, when I hear others share about their salaried work, it’s rare their response is filled…

Rhythm of Life.

Music has been with me from my youngest years. Not because I’m any sort of musician, but rather because I grew up in a home with an appreciation for a wide array of music. Music has been a steady friend of mine through the ups and downs of life. When I turned nine, I received a pink boombox with a Footloose cassette tape. I believed myself a rock star. At age ten, my oldest sister, Sue, took me to my first concert, Alabama, laying a bedrock for my long-time love of country music. Around this same time, I joined chorus…