Whistling on my bike

Oh, I was reminded of how my life was today. It is like a song, so beautiful and rich. Its like the song I sing when I ride my bike. I ride and sing--as if no one can hear. When I was in high school I used to write in people's yearbooks

"dance like nobody is watching, love like no one will ever notice, and sing like no on has ears to hear."

I think I was smarter back then, I believed simple truths of freedom that are hard to swallow now. I still recognize that freedom now, but it is different.

I ride my bike and pray before I go to waitress at the Nederlander Grille. Serving up french fries and encouragements. I sing on my bike too. When someone walks by I try to cover my song...and whistle. That is dumb. I am learning to sing and be free as the words flow from my tongue off my lips.

Today I cried in church. My dad played the song he wrote for me to be played and sung at my wedding...that will no longer happen. I cried not because of the non-wedding, but because I love my dad so much and he wrote me an amazing song. I leaned foward so people would be forced to feel sorry for me. The way they do when you see someone cry. Like there is anything you can do for them. I just want to cry. So I did. Unashamed. They were fresh tears, not the weeping kind that clog your nose and your face with red and snot..but fresh like a rain that fall straight down. They don't slither down your face like lingering snakes, but just drip. It tickles the lip and hangs off the edge of your nose like a silver spoon at a fancy restaurant.

Someday he will play and sing that song for me and my husband, whoever and wherever he is. But today June 18, 2006 I was married. Reunited with Christ. Pure, fresh, unashamed and beautiful.

So life is like a song. Sing. Unashamed

"Much love and thanks for listening to me sing," (Don Miller, Blue Like Jazz)