Hope Flies

Last August, I met a writer who encouraged me to stay consistent with my blog. I left the encounter determined. Within a week, however, three creative endeavors unfolded that have distracted me ever since. I've justified my absence with the excuse, "At least I'm staying creative." But I'm not sure it counts.

Bottom line, the juggle remains a challenge.

After much prodding from my niece and nephew last summer, however, I decided to plan a coffee shop gig sometime this fall. Truth: I put off picking a date due to gnawing fear. Resurrecting music I hadn't performed in about five years overwhelmed my mito deprived brain fuses.

But as Labor Day weekend began, three affirmative emails arrived in my inbox letting me know a song I wrote will be used, a story I wrote will be published, and a local paper had decided to highlight mito disease, interviewing me for the article. Since the song was written for the Foundation for Mitochondrial Medicine, they asked if I'd schedule the coffee gig only a few weeks later, during Mitochondrial Awareness Week.

The concert deadline wouldn't have created as much stress if we hadn't already decided to take a trip to Philly the following weekend to see my 90 yr. old grandparents. The trip combined a college tour for Sam so the travel plus leg work required extra recovery time once home. (More on that soon!)

Suffice it to say, it's been a big month

I haven't blogged much, but I've overcome fears; I've walked far enough to end up in tears, yet rested again to take the next step. And that's where I find myself again today. Resting and waiting to take the next step.

I ended the concert Friday night by singing the song I wrote in honor of Hope Flies, a benefit held once a year to raise money to fund a cure for Mitochondrial Disease. And since I'm better when I'm singing and creating, even if my legs get tired in the process, I'll close by adding a recording of the song. It's my favorite right now.

Check out the event. Check out the song. Cause Hope Flies.

H o p e F l i e s C a t c h t h e C u r e

Hope Flies by SusanSchreerDavis

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I've known for a long time there's a way to sell music from the internet. Today I figured out how to make it happen. Haven't written a good post... but I can share the music.

As evening settles the day, that alone satisfies.

Yesterday

Yesterday I started the day early at an FCA meeting at Kennesaw Mountain High School.

Then I went back to bed.

I crawled out of bed at 6:30 am because Sam, my senior in high school, leads worship there on Friday mornings and invited me to come. I'm not sure when I'll be invited again so I wasn't about to miss the moment.

If you had asked me a year ago, or even six months ago if I expected to hear my son lead worship in front of over thirty kids this fall, I would have replied, "Huh? Sam? With a guitar?"

Looking back, the first clue came the day we left for Florida in June. After the car was packed and sweat was pouring down Nathan's face, Sam walked out with his guitar and said, "Hey, can you make room for this?" Exasperated, older brother rearranged the trunk so the guitar fit.

He should have mentioned it earlier, but still, Sam wanted the guitar on vacation.

Two days later, he sang his first solo during family worship. And we were all surprised. There are a lot of singers in my family. But Sam always held back. Now two months after my surprise at the beach, I watched as he led worship with a whole new group.

He's in His grip.

There was a time I had to pay attention to a lot of clinical details and ignore doctor's blow offs and fight for a diagnosis. It was not an easy process. Learning to live outside the grip of that intensity is an entirely different process. I followed maternal nudges and held Sam close to get him what he needed medically. And now God is saying, "Let him go. I've got him. See?"

Yesterday was another step in that letting go for me.

And it was good.