Never in a million years did I think I would make a music video.
Thanks to Bob Lockwood of Full Armour Studios and Indie Studio Space, the filming stands complete. My wonderful husband, Christian T. Morgan, is in the midst of the editing process, putting it all together in order to produce the best snapshot into the story behind the song.
I finished the book manuscript at the end of August 2017, but something surprising happened a few days earlier. One night while attempting to capture a particularly difficult scene, I found – to my horror – that I couldn’t write.
Searing emotion poured out, disconnecting thoughts from pen, wreaking havoc on pretty paragraphs and pages. All I could do was bullet my fragments of thought, lashing them onto my rumpled legal pad, its yellow pages bearing black streaks and slashes. I tried to force myself into some kind of solid format, something usable with which I could finally complete the work. I was so close! I’d put off writing this scene long enough, and I knew I had to face it.
The hour had come, and here I was. Struggling.
After wrestling for thirty minutes, I tossed everything proper and poised aside, threw my inner thoroughbred the reigns and let it run wild and free, rushing across the page, leaping high and falling low, rolling and trotting, gaiting then halting. Panting.
The paper I then held in my hands no longer resembled a book chapter, structured and formed. It was a stand-alone piece, a tale of a perilous journey though unchartered waters, breathtaking yet ominous, heart-wrenching but beautiful.
It was a song.
I’d written only one other for my husband’s 30th birthday, and the process had proven quite different. God had been writing this new song on my heart for years, but I’d had no idea it was in there.
After the words were down on paper, I took them over to my keyboard and started messing around. Christian passed through the room and stared at me.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think I’m writing a song!”
His mouth fell open. “You are?”
“I think so,” I said, nodding, eyes wide. We stared at each other and then at the keyboard and then back to each other.
He smiled and said, “Keep going,” as he walked out of the room.
Within three days, it was finished. My first stab at songwriting also birthed an idea for a video portrayal of what some of the days were like for us over the past several years. Our hope and prayer is that families everywhere would be encouraged, helped, and drawn close to Him through our family’s story.
Please pray with me during these final days of revision that God would bless and protect our efforts to communicate with the world how well He has Carried & Kept us through our darkest times.
I cannot wait to share it with you!