Sister Stuff
My novel-in-progress has much ado about sisters. It's because I'm the middle of three sisters and know ALL the Jan Brady drama that can come with that. And it's because I adore my sisters twice around the earth and back again. I want to write about how they become your best friends and how you can try and try to find your own way in life, but mostly you WANT to be defined by them. Sisters are the best, and pretty much every person who has one already knows that.
I've been trying to figure out how to shout loudly enough for all my readers to seriously consider buying at least a song or two from my younger sister's new release: Love More Perfect by Charity Long. I thought maybe I would do a video with montages from our household as we sing along to it - me in the car, John Michael on water skis (apparently Love More Perfect is an AWESOME lake song, Charity), me in the car again. Seriously - it's five songs, and they have not stopped playing round and round in a loop in my car since my 6-year-old gingerly opened the package in which it came. That night I downloaded all five songs to my iPad as well and then I bought them AGAIN for my 12-year-old.
In the end I decided I don't have time to be fancy or loud. I just gotta tell you I love this CD, and I love this girl, and I would love for you to check it out.
If you only try one song, I happen to know that Charity favors All the Poor and Powerless. It's the only song on the list that she and her husband did not write. But this song - oh, this song - it has a choir. And if you've never been introduced to contemporary church music or you want to hear it at its best, this is the song for you. Many voices, one stirring message. I also highly recommend ALL of the others, but I have a special weakness for How I Need You. If you see me driving through town any time soon, and my mouth is open in a ridiculous impersonation of the Charlie Brown gang as I sing at the top of my lungs, or if I happen to be crumpled in a heap because I'm at a virtual altar call during one of the infinitely long stoplights on Baltimore, one of these songs is probably playing in my car. I'm just saying.