freely.

Tonight I was blessed to sit in Briar's living room
(which has stinkin' amazing acoustics) and sing.
Honestly, simply, freely sing.
No choir, no pressure.
No notes to follow or standard to meet
or music majors listening to everything I do. 

Just me, and Denny and Briar.
Briar played, and I sang any song that fit.
Anything from oldies, to Taylor to praise songs. 
And Denny listened. Simply listened.

And for the first time in a very long time,
I sang without fear of judgment or critique or comparison.
I don't think I realized how much I hang on to all of that until tonight.
And there is so much freedom in letting it go.
And it was peaceful. And perfect. And so, so wonderful. 

And somehow, through a simple unscripted mega-mashup, Jesus is there.
And there is some big picture here that I can't quite wrap my brain around yet.
Something about freedom, and letting it go,
and seeing the intricate beauty in things as simple as this.
And something about stepping out of this crazy chaotic mess that is life,
and stopping long enough to be a part of moments and memories like these.
And taking time to enjoy the things He has given us,
and the crazy countless wonderful personal ways that He shows His love for us.
Because honestly, nothing else matters.
And in that, there is so much freedom.

So praise Him for precious moments.
And precious friends.
And the ability to sing freely in a living room.

How marvelous, How wonderful

Is my Savior's love for me.