Several weeks ago Tim, one of the drummers on our worship team, came up to me after the morning service and started teasing me. “Sooo… If your brother plays the bass, Vicci plays the drums and sings, and your other sister plays the piano, what do you play?”

“I don’t play anything.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the acoustic guitar, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“So what do you do?”

“I write.”

“You write music?”

“No! I write…stuff. A few songs, some–”

“Bring ‘em in.”

“Bring what in?”

“Your songs. I want to see them.”

“Um…okay.”

A couple Sundays later, he got his songs. His wife Renee came up to me that evening: “Girl, those songs are awesome! Tim loved them.”

Oh, please, I’ve written poetry better ‘n those babies… “Uh, thanks.”

“Mind if I play around with them? Make some music for them?”

Yer pulling my leg, right? “Sure, no problem.”

The first song they demo’d for me last Sunday; yesterday she sang the second one over the phone. As soon as I finish the third one, she’ll create some music for that one, too.

I’m not one to brag about my mad writing skills, but I never in a million years thought someone would want to actually sing some ditties I’d written a few years ago on a whim and promptly forgotten about. Now it’s a matter of casting aside the fact in my head that I wrote ‘em because my congregation might actually be singing them during worship service one day soon. That and now I might have to actually register them with the Copyright Office (ugh!).