Thursday, June 10, 2010


I've realized more and more lately that just as much as I love to sing along with the melody of a song, I instead choose to sing my own made-up harmony to go along. I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like that's really indicative of the kind of girl I am. I define myself by my relationships with others, the way our lives, our cadences, dance around one another. Without someone else, I am off-kilter, awkward, distracting. But toss in a melody? A friend? I find my way again and together we make something beautiful.
The funny thing about a harmony, though, is that--in a way--it's unnecessary. I mean...I can't count on just my own two hands the number of songs in Church that have harmonies that no one knows of. The melodies are just fine on their own without them. Interesting, no? I don't really know how to define myself outside of living for other people. I feel like I lose my purpose...which makes sense considering a harmony's purpose is to play off and enhance a melody.
Luckily for me, I always have Someone willing to be my melody. Someone who knows just which notes to play so that I can follow along. He throws in crescendos, sforzandos, and trills all for good measure, creating a song that always leaves me smiling. When I learn how to be perfectly in sync with the melody He's writing, my life will finally fall into line.
Until then, I just have to remember: practice makes perfect.

I'm just a happy little harmony. <3