Comments on: Scratched Records

By: Darlene

Darlene — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:37:36 +0000

The music is my children asking their daddy to play something other than Bob Marley’s Redemption song to them on his guitar.lol It’s listening to my kids snore at night from their
bunk beds. It’s wiping food off kitchen tables and chairs, and it’s folding clothes by husbands side as we watch his favorite team play. God has numbered each of our days, my ticket has a different number than yours, but I want to cherish each moment, each note in the music of
our lives. God Bless you Sarah. You are an inspiration to me.

By: Erika Chapman

Erika Chapman — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 23:45:07 +0000

Right now it sounds like laughter over a basketball repeatedly hitting that one spot above the door, a 4 year old turning everything into drumsticks and repeatedly drumming anything in sight and my 8 year old playing math games on the computer. And while I do LOVE these sounds and they are indeed music to my ears, right now w/a headache and my husband out of town I am counting the minutes until bedtime when I will hear a different kind of music that sounds like sighs and snuggles and heavy breathing and rest:)

By: April

April — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 20:29:24 +0000

The music in my home is an orchestra of contradiction on most days. My home is my office where I spend hours a day listening to surgeons and oncologists and ER doctors tell stories of tragedy and triumph, the clicking of fingers on keys. It is a bittersweet soundtrack that almost always leaves me longing for the sweet tune of my husband’s keys in the door at the end of the day, the whispering melody of water brewing for a warm cup of tea and the end of the day music of cold feet sliding beneath warm sheets.

I love the soundtrack of my life.

By: Prudence

Prudence — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:38:51 +0000

My scratched record is one that has been playing for nearly nine years with a scratched and crinkled cassette tape of four years as a prelude. It is filled with music of hope, and spiritual growth. Of two little chihuahuas barking & guarding, and whining for their dinner/treats/chewy sticks. Of I love yous and I’m sorry. of wild birds that sing outside and the roar of traffic on nearby streets. Of the tap tap on the keyboard. Of the hopes of a child’s laughter and cries for momma and daddy.

By: tracy

tracy — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:24:02 +0000

The music in our house is joy-filled, yet chaotic. It’s the strong sound of my oldest boy talking with his dad about college, the calm, gentleness of my middle daughter studying and the intense clanging of my youngest as her music seems to fill all the rooms of our home..her music leaves a mess wherever it can be heard! I love the scratched record of our crazy, imperfect, grace filled home!!

By: denise jones

denise jones — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:07:26 +0000

i went to a worship conference once, and i recall them saying “there is no such thing as christian music, just christian lyrics, ALL music is Gods.”

everything you describe is the music in my house as well, ALL the music Gods. much of the time it is my favorite song; the laughter, the tickles, the girl’s playing with their dollies, a tea kettle whistling, the water pouring over the dishes after dinner, snuggling with michael after a full day.
and i, i need to see these things, hear these things as a beautiful favorite song. but often, instead, i complain because the music is turned up too loud, and i don’t enjoy this song written for me by my Maker.
i will enjoy the music today.

By: Manda

Manda — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:04:12 +0000

It is the sound of coffee brewing… being poured into my cup by husband. The chattering of little beauties as they commune over cereal and spilt milk. The frantic running around finding lost mitten, packing lunches, and waving the pillow high in front of the fire alarm because of the burnt toast. It is the sound of life in the morning!

By: Mela Kamin

Mela Kamin — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:56:36 +0000

beautifully put … I grew up watching and dreaming of being in musicals … I try to tell my kids that God hears what kind of music we’re playing by what we say & do. Many times the sounds are not pretty, but it’s a part of the larger score of our life. There will be gentle lullabies of sweetness, but also loud blasts of hurt and echoing sounds of sadness … all of it makes up our own family’s song – unique and maybe not beautiful to anyone but us – but it’s ours and it’s our offering.

By: Vinae

Vinae — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:53:32 +0000

The music in my house is the chorus of giggles from my 6 month old girl, and the choo-choooo! and vrooom of my 3 year old son as he plays with his cars and trains on our kitchen table. And the rhythym section is the clank of dishes being put away and food being cooked.

By: Sarah Markley

Sarah Markley — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:37:09 +0000

these are beautiful! i can just here all the sounds of your houses this morning.

thank you for letting me in the front door. =)