I play the guitar, badly.
Despite my intense love for music, I’m not what you would call “musically gifted.” I have no rhythm, I rarely can find the right note and, from what I understand, those are key elements of making beautiful music.
So I make ugly music. I grab my beloved little Baby Taylor (best Christmas gift ever – thanks hubby) and I ruin all my favorite songs. You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to play for anyone outside my family (although, if you’re interested in making this offer, I’m open to rethinking my stand), but my kids love singing with me.
They run to their instruments to join in. They sing and dance around the room. Now, don’t get me wrong. We are no family von Trapp. This isn’t amazing music. This isn’t commercial art.
It sounds exactly like you would think a rhythmically challenged, tone deaf woman playing a guitar with her three children accompanying her on a piano, violin and plastic tambourine would sound.
But I don’t think the sounds we make are the art. I think the art is my willingness to step into a place of vulnerability and lead my children in something I have no natural talent at….and allow them to come alive.
Last night my home was filled with the echoes of my children singing these words:
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
To hear my own children singing these words….if that isn’t the most beautiful art in the world, I don’t know what is.
So, I challenge each of you this weekend to make art with your children, even if you’re bad at it. The process, their presence, your love is what makes it beautiful. That’s what makes it art.
(If you haven’t listened to the Inspired To Action Podcast from Wednesday, be sure to go listen. I chatted with author (and friend) Emily Freeman about her book A Million Little Ways and how we can uncover the art we were made to live. Her wisdom and encouragement are well worth your time.)