The music in me...

I am one of those types of people who can remember things from a very early age.  My husband tells me he has no recollection of his life before middle school really, but I remember things vividly from when I was little.  One of my favorite memories is the music that surrounded me in my life, mostly from my mother.  She listened to country and a little bluegrass, and gospel.  I used to go to concerts with her and I remember looking up at her dancing and being in my own little element and I'd "break it down" in the comfort of her presence.  But there has always been something about music that CONSUMES me.  I had a friend at Lowe's that would introduce some of the best bluegrass music I've ever heard, and I'd take it to the park, or somewhere where I could be alone, and I'd just... listen.  Even to this day, my nieces will bring me music and ask me to listen to it, but I won't listen to it with kids in the car.  I need it alone to truly enjoy it and understand it.
For the past year I made a personal commitment to listen to NOTHING but K-love (Christian music) for an entire year, and it's made such a difference.  Let me tell you, my heart LONGS for all kinds of music... I love Glee, I listened to alternative and country before I chose K-love, and it's been a struggle to NOT listen to them at all.  I used to watch awards shows as a tradition with my mom.  I owned every Taylor Swift album made until this year, and on the way to the beach I heard "Mean" for the first time and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.... I LOVE her music. 
Anyway, music that worships my Lord brings me to a place where I feel like I'm honestly at His feet.  I've finally gotten comfortable with closing my eyes and putting my hands up when I worship through music.  Now I just need to understand that you can't do that while driving :)  And loving music can be a curse of sorts I guess.  I've always had the gift of poetry because I hear words in musical ways.  I enjoy dancing and do it in public and don't care what anyone things.. another consequence of musical love.  I sing, and once again, do it a LOT.  Yesterday, Haley had a friend ask her to quit singing because she was doing it so much.  The curse has been passed.  She also asked me to take her to the doc this morning.. I said, Why.. and she said "Every time I hear a song, I can't stop singing it in my head" and it really bothered her.  I curled her up on my lap and said, "Baby, welcome to your life.. you're just like me" and that in itself, is something to pray about :)