Monday, July 25, 2011

Fine Arts Summer Academy 2011

The past two weeks have been a marathon. My family has been in Nashville, Tenn at the Annie Moses Band Fine Arts Summer Academy. It has been a packed two weeks of music and for me, acting. I loved it! There is no place like the stage! But as much as I love the stage, it is most important that I am there to bring glory to Jesus and use my gifts for Him. That is what FASA is all about. It was wonderful to catch up with old friends and make music and act like we'd never been apart.

This video sums up the whole camp. It is one of the final songs from the Final Gala at the end of the two weeks. It is amazing. If you don't have time to watch the whole thing, fast forward up to 5:10. Keep in mind that all the music (about 50 pieces in the whole show) were learned in only the time we were there at camp.


Half of the orchestra (it was so large that the other half played in the second half of the show).

Singing in a bluegrass band.


Kandace (on the far right) singing in a bluegrass band.

FASA is intense and hard work, but is worth every moment of rehearsal and practice when we get to the final show and see the bounty of the hard work. It is extraordinary. The Wolaver family (the Annie Moses Band) put it all together. They arrange all of the music, write the show and organize everything months in advance. I'm so thankful for all they do to inspire young people to make His praise glorious!

Time flew by and now I'm home, but rejuvenated again. I've learned and been stretched all to do more for the Kingdom of God. What a blessing!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Home



I don't usually post about my home life. And I honestly wasn't even going to post today, but I thought that I would tell you about my home.

It is the most beautiful place in the world (with the exception of a few Hawaiian beaches that are probably nicer... :)). The air smells of sweet honey-suckle and mountain air in the summer. Right now the grass is lush and everything is green. My home sets on a hill where there is a perfect view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.


We have a large garden of red earth that produces more beans and tomatoes than we could ever eat. And I perspire more than should be allowed picking its bounty. 


Sometimes if I listen closely as I am in the garden I can hear the rushing creek in the woods and a whippoorwill calling out.


In late June and early July we pick blackberries. June bugs buzz in the green leaves and we pick the juicy berries.

My dear piano.


A day doesn't pass that I don't sit at the piano and play those ivory keys. There is nothing except God's Word that brings me such peace. I love the guitar and the viola, but the piano floats me away and I love it (especially when it is tuned).

The inside of my home is more precious than it's beautiful surroundings. It is a place of love and peace. The sound of Daddy's deep voice or fast little feet in the hall. The aroma of hot chocolate in the winter and summer salad in the summer. The Waltons are on at 8:00pm and popcorn soon after. Devotions on the worn out couch and the goodnight kiss before bed. My creaking stairs up to my attic room and the quietness of a restful night.

I couldn't ask for a better home. I love the place I live, but I love the people that I share it with more. My three best friends are also my siblings and are not perfect as I am not perfect, but they are my family and I love them. At some point it became unpopular to like your family, but we don't care. A family loves when you're not perfect, helps when it's inconvenient, praises another, and just cares because they should.


That is my home. That is my family. And I'm thankful for everything on my little hill I call home. And mostly because God's presence is here.