I pulled into the garage and sat well after the heat of the day set into my bones searching for a rendition of this song. I wanted an instrumental cover that would move me to choice. I guess I could have at least rolled down the Subaru’s windows as I sat but I cannot think of everything for myself, though, I try.
Nichole Nordeman’s “The Unmaking” shuffled on that day’s drive. Blasting it reminded me again to find an instrumental to “Legacy”. So, I stopped what I was doing.
I found one. Sometimes I do that kind of thing in the garage because what Matt really doesn’t know is: it actually bothers me more to be zeroed on a screen when he’s in the room than it bothers him. I just liked how approachable the pianist was. She was playing with her fingers like anyone’s dad seems to type on the computer. I liked the element of a bell, too. I can feel like a doorbell sometimes, kinda ding-gy. But it’s only because my brain survives on those little vacations it is sent on.
When I think of the lyrics of this song, I think of lead. To be led is to follow.
This instrumental cover has the flare of a follow-along. I can envision the ping of the pong in the song like a sing-along.
I recorded myself.
I like my first tries. Sometimes they’re terrible beyond a first try’s worth and humble my confidence, one time it was remarkable because I do feel my gifts of The Holy Spirit, and most times I find a story they are telling me.
(7/19/22 I like this photo I took of myself. If I were a veterinarian, it would be my profile picture. I remember writing my teacher profile. I didn’t have a picture for it, but I remember taking great care with my words. My best profile write-up was my dogwalking profile. Writing that is when I felt I might have a gift of writing.)
I like my first try on this one: I am ahead of the ball, behind the ball, near the ball, on the ball. As Matt would tell me, “You’re all over the place.”
I am struggling less to feel on the ball these days. And where I heard I did not miss the ball even on my first try, I received the affirmation.
(8:00p I tried the song again tonight and a coincidence happened. A photograph came through the line:
I wrapped all of my tries up after that.)
(10:30p I let Matt listen to what made the cut as my cover of that song, and he was bewildered. It’s a three second song. The lyric is “Legacy”. He just smiled as he walked up the stairs because he knew it made sense to me. It is just what my voice sounds like singing the word “legacy” in a melody familiar to me.)
That’s the beauty of what a legacy looks like to me: You can tell Who is being followed.
Matt asked me in the car yesterday, “What are you talking about???” I answered, “I am just reading that bumper sticker there.” That is how random my conversations can sound. Matt cannot tell when I am just reading a bumper sticker.
One of my favorite bumper stickers on the road is:
“Do you follow Jesus this close?”
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