Andrea C Parker just released her 11-song cd, and she recorded 3 songs I co-wrote!!!
December Rain (Townley/Wilson/Miller)
Let Us Pray (Utz/Wilson)
Carpenter's Clue (Parker/Wilson/Parker)
You can hear samples at
http://www.indieheaven.com/artist_main.php?id=4005
If you'd like to buy one, leave me a message here and I'll email you her email address:
ackparker@gmail.com
$10 plus $2 shipping:)
or you can use paypal to order, through
http://andreacparker.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cd-is-here.html
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Symptomatic
I'd like to ask for prayer for Liz's close friend, Sonnie.
During the past 3 weeks,
she experienced symptoms ranging from headaches, dizziness,
left leg occasionally losing feeling,
blurred vision in one right eye, and the list went on.
The doctor suspected brain tumors or
Multiple Schlerosis as he reviewed her MRI.
Her spinal tap results were positive for MS.
I believe Sonnie is in her last year of college.
She is an amazing young lady.
Strong in the Lord.
Please pray the Father gives Sonnie
wisdom concerning treatment.
We are trusting Him for financial provision,
as she has no insurance.
Most of all, she is asking the Lord
to draw others to Christ,
through her suffering.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sarah, Palin and Tall
I was impressed when I saw this today. I believe we are a divided nation, and that we will be. Let's pray for the future leaders of America (and for we/ussens followers).
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1766638341
For surely, O LORD, you bless the righteous;
you surround them with your favor as with a shield. Ps 5:12
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1766638341
For surely, O LORD, you bless the righteous;
you surround them with your favor as with a shield. Ps 5:12
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Women in Black
Well, we survived the trip to the dentist. But I left the "just-in-case" bottle at home. So Hannah & I came back home instead of going straight to lunch.
At that point, I should have stayed home. Really. I should have just stayed home. But no, I had a gift card and coupon for Chick-fil-A, so I kept my promise to my little one. It was just "our" time, since Dan was home with Jacob.
Everything was fine at Chick-fil-A, except that I sat at the wrong place. The lady next to me was dressed in heels and a black dress. I should have known better. She soon approached me, asking me if I would take a few minutes with her to talk about Avon.
I could have gone into the big long story about how my 8 yr old and I never have time together, as she always has to share me (or that I have to share her)
I could have gone into a big long story about how I don't remember the last hot meal I ate. HA.
I could have gone into a big long story about how bad the waffle fries are if you don't get 'em while they're hot.
But I chose to toss my friend Paula's name out there, and how wonderful she is with Avon and if I ever wanted to be a rep, I'd sign up with Paula.
I thought that was enough but Mrs. Avon wouldn't back off until I finally just smiled, and said, "Look. I have nine kids and their STUFF. I don't want any more stuff to keep up with." She and her co-conspirator (other woman in black) laughed and backed down. They made phone calls until the third gal came along for their meeting.
I overheard them talking about other places they would be going, to pass out business cards. Chili's, etc.
Funny thing. Hannah was on the playground for a little while and came out saying, "Watch my hair when I come down the slide!" It was really funny, because of the static.
But every time I smiled or waved, Mrs. Avon looked at me like "oh, maybe she changed her mind!!!"
You betcha, I changed my mind. We'll be eating at home for a while!!!!!
You betcha. I
At that point, I should have stayed home. Really. I should have just stayed home. But no, I had a gift card and coupon for Chick-fil-A, so I kept my promise to my little one. It was just "our" time, since Dan was home with Jacob.
Everything was fine at Chick-fil-A, except that I sat at the wrong place. The lady next to me was dressed in heels and a black dress. I should have known better. She soon approached me, asking me if I would take a few minutes with her to talk about Avon.
I could have gone into the big long story about how my 8 yr old and I never have time together, as she always has to share me (or that I have to share her)
I could have gone into a big long story about how I don't remember the last hot meal I ate. HA.
I could have gone into a big long story about how bad the waffle fries are if you don't get 'em while they're hot.
But I chose to toss my friend Paula's name out there, and how wonderful she is with Avon and if I ever wanted to be a rep, I'd sign up with Paula.
I thought that was enough but Mrs. Avon wouldn't back off until I finally just smiled, and said, "Look. I have nine kids and their STUFF. I don't want any more stuff to keep up with." She and her co-conspirator (other woman in black) laughed and backed down. They made phone calls until the third gal came along for their meeting.
I overheard them talking about other places they would be going, to pass out business cards. Chili's, etc.
Funny thing. Hannah was on the playground for a little while and came out saying, "Watch my hair when I come down the slide!" It was really funny, because of the static.
But every time I smiled or waved, Mrs. Avon looked at me like "oh, maybe she changed her mind!!!"
You betcha, I changed my mind. We'll be eating at home for a while!!!!!
You betcha. I
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Oh, I forgot I had YOU!!!!
You know something? When I call my mom, I usually identify myself. Being the youngest of nine, and the mother of nine, I know how helpful it is to actually know who I'm talking with. Every once in a while, when I say, "Hi, Moma, this is Eva" she replies "Oh, I forgot I had YOU!!!"
Up until recently, I thought she was kidding.
Today I was nervous about running a few errands, as Grammie. I've been out of the baby routine for just a few years, but it's amazing how quickly I'd forgotten how to do things.
Up until recently, I thought she was kidding.
Today I was nervous about running a few errands, as Grammie. I've been out of the baby routine for just a few years, but it's amazing how quickly I'd forgotten how to do things.
- Like how to load a diaper bag. Last week I put everything except diapers in the bag. This week I almost poured bottled water into a 3 lb container of formula. There's a reason YOUNG people have babies.
- Like, how to buy groceries for 11 ppl while feeding a two month old his bottle. Baby did fine. I guess I did, too. The true challenge was keeping all the women at the store from slowing me down! Could they not see that I was on a roll? I had 12 more rows to conquer! His happy disposition was not on my side. The more he cooed, the longer the other Grandmas stood in the middle of the aisle. Every aisle. And they had so many questions. And I had all the answers. Yes, he's mine! No, he's not mine! Well, yes, he's mine! I really would have had more kids, if I wasn't so exhausted. And so confused! By the time I was leaving, I was thankful I'd remembered to go thru the check-out.
- Oh, and I'd forgotten how to carry a baby in a carrier and grin while swimming upstream in the high school hallway. It seemed simple enough, to drop the forgotten athletics clothes by the office. Actually, it wasn't so difficult to keep a smile on my face, as I was meditating on the fact that I need to drop off the stuff in my right hand, not the stuff in my left hand. Wonder what Michael's coach would have done if he'd brought baby Jacob to gym!!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Labor Day
As we tried to talk with the children about the meaning of Labor Day, one of my kids suggested that today be Mom's Day, since I'm the only one in the house that really knows what labor is! More on that later.
It was a Labor Day like none other for much of the Gulf Coast. Prayers were going up through the day, for those fleeing from Gustav, and even more so, those who dared to tough it out. If it was me, I'd be first in line to get out of town.
Yes, I'm chicken. And I'll continue to be chicken. I plan my chicken-ness. Don't you?
We were also watchful to see if it was turning any toward Houston. I guess I could have made it to Cleveland on my 1/4 of a tank, only to find that they were fresh out of gas. Oh, the gas gauge is broken on Barry's van. Remind me of that if we ever have to sit in traffic for long!
I'm so thankful that Gustav didn't gain strength as it approached the coast. Praying the Lord would have mercy, I shouldn't have been surprised that it calmed a bit. I don't understand natural disasters. And I don't like them. I guess that's one reason I'm chicken. Bawk bawk.
When I think of labor, I think of hard work. Almost unbearable work. Seems like the hardest work I do these days is to train myself to not worry. The projected path of the storm for Tues is right thru Liz & Ruth's college town, and then on to visit Moma and family there. There's a reason the psalmist says "WHEN I am afraid, I will trust in You" instead of "IF I am afraid..." I'm trusting Him to keep them all safe, as always.
But I look at a storm as a picture of the things that we face that are more real than wind and rain. Our lives are flooded with decisions each day, to choose right instead of wrong. To run or to bear the pain. To care or not care. To love or not to love. The waves of darkness can be overwhelming. That's WHEN I am afraid...that's WHEN I will trust in You, Lord. Spiritual storms. No warning for those...no tracking. Or is there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I managed to celebrate "my" day by slipping away from the house for about an hour. Alone. Several friends have told me about external hard drives, saying I need to back up all my info on my laptop. It's the only place I have all my songs (plus the brilliant lyric ideas that I haven't done anything with YET). So I ventured out to Best Buy, along with half of Houston. It was so busy. I was sure they would be sold out of the one I wanted (on sale). But there was one left. Oh, yes!
Then I went next door, to Office Maxx, to get some Kraft paper, to cover my high schoolers' books. Last year's fine for a damaged book is all it took for me to want to cover them myself! Somebody's gotta be the mama, right? Honey, I reinforce them babies. With duct tape. Every fold, every corner. Duct tape here. Duct tape there. I don't take a chance. And BOYS are soooo rough on their books!
But my true agenda for "my" outing was to buy tape. Lots of tape. And caulk. For Barry. He was painting our bathroom, and was running out of masking tape. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him I didn't like the color! He wanted to say "but YOU picked it!!!" I could tell he was struggling for the right words. He looked around the room. And then looked again. Poor guy. Even after 23 yrs of marriage, he doesn't know what to say. Then he saw the stupid grin on my face, and he knew I loved it afterall.
I then returned to my 17 loads of laundry. Ha. But just when I thought I was tired of washing and folding, I came across a stray. All it took was a navy blue onesie to remind me that it's worth it all. And that was a reminder to pray for my peeps as I do their laundry...it turns my heart toward God, and toward them, as well. I used to pray for my hubby and kids as I ironed their clothes, but I no longer buy clothes that need ironed (or get ironed?!?!).
Yes, I'm loving my life ~ and the fruit of my labor ~ love!
Whoa. I just read this. It was random rambling. I don't dare go back and edit.
It was a Labor Day like none other for much of the Gulf Coast. Prayers were going up through the day, for those fleeing from Gustav, and even more so, those who dared to tough it out. If it was me, I'd be first in line to get out of town.
Yes, I'm chicken. And I'll continue to be chicken. I plan my chicken-ness. Don't you?
We were also watchful to see if it was turning any toward Houston. I guess I could have made it to Cleveland on my 1/4 of a tank, only to find that they were fresh out of gas. Oh, the gas gauge is broken on Barry's van. Remind me of that if we ever have to sit in traffic for long!
I'm so thankful that Gustav didn't gain strength as it approached the coast. Praying the Lord would have mercy, I shouldn't have been surprised that it calmed a bit. I don't understand natural disasters. And I don't like them. I guess that's one reason I'm chicken. Bawk bawk.
When I think of labor, I think of hard work. Almost unbearable work. Seems like the hardest work I do these days is to train myself to not worry. The projected path of the storm for Tues is right thru Liz & Ruth's college town, and then on to visit Moma and family there. There's a reason the psalmist says "WHEN I am afraid, I will trust in You" instead of "IF I am afraid..." I'm trusting Him to keep them all safe, as always.
But I look at a storm as a picture of the things that we face that are more real than wind and rain. Our lives are flooded with decisions each day, to choose right instead of wrong. To run or to bear the pain. To care or not care. To love or not to love. The waves of darkness can be overwhelming. That's WHEN I am afraid...that's WHEN I will trust in You, Lord. Spiritual storms. No warning for those...no tracking. Or is there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I managed to celebrate "my" day by slipping away from the house for about an hour. Alone. Several friends have told me about external hard drives, saying I need to back up all my info on my laptop. It's the only place I have all my songs (plus the brilliant lyric ideas that I haven't done anything with YET). So I ventured out to Best Buy, along with half of Houston. It was so busy. I was sure they would be sold out of the one I wanted (on sale). But there was one left. Oh, yes!
Then I went next door, to Office Maxx, to get some Kraft paper, to cover my high schoolers' books. Last year's fine for a damaged book is all it took for me to want to cover them myself! Somebody's gotta be the mama, right? Honey, I reinforce them babies. With duct tape. Every fold, every corner. Duct tape here. Duct tape there. I don't take a chance. And BOYS are soooo rough on their books!
But my true agenda for "my" outing was to buy tape. Lots of tape. And caulk. For Barry. He was painting our bathroom, and was running out of masking tape. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him I didn't like the color! He wanted to say "but YOU picked it!!!" I could tell he was struggling for the right words. He looked around the room. And then looked again. Poor guy. Even after 23 yrs of marriage, he doesn't know what to say. Then he saw the stupid grin on my face, and he knew I loved it afterall.
I then returned to my 17 loads of laundry. Ha. But just when I thought I was tired of washing and folding, I came across a stray. All it took was a navy blue onesie to remind me that it's worth it all. And that was a reminder to pray for my peeps as I do their laundry...it turns my heart toward God, and toward them, as well. I used to pray for my hubby and kids as I ironed their clothes, but I no longer buy clothes that need ironed (or get ironed?!?!).
Yes, I'm loving my life ~ and the fruit of my labor ~ love!
Whoa. I just read this. It was random rambling. I don't dare go back and edit.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Katrina's Anniversary
shelterI saw a handmade sign similar to that as I drove
from Houston to Dallas in Sept, 2005.
It's very telling, isn't it?
I can't believe it's been 3 yrs since Katrina hit the Gulf of Mexico.
In some ways, it seems like it was more recent.
But in other ways,
it was so long ago.
May we not forget the darkness of the heart of man,
and the need for the Light of the World!
As we pray for the safety of those of us in the Gulf,
let's remember to pray for their spiritual safety, too.
Psalm 91:1-2
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
This I declare about the Lord
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
He is my God, and I trust him
Back in 2005, the week of Katrina,
the Lord poured a song into my heart.
I was in the middle of studying Isaiah 60
in a Joy of Living class,
and Arise and Shine jumped off the page.
I was familiar with the passages,
and had the childhood song etched in my mind
(Rise, Shine, give God the glory, glory).
But this was a more somber look at the passages:
1 Arise, shine; For your light has come!
And the glory of the LORD is risen upon you.
2 For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth,
And deep darkness the people;
But the LORD will arise over you,
And His glory will be seen upon you.
5 Then you shall see and become radiant,
And your heart shall swell with joy
16 You shall know that I, the LORD,
am your Savior and your Redeemer
Darkness did cover New Orleans, with no electricity,
then deep darkness covered the people,
as rioting and looting broke out.
Yet the Lord did indeed arise over His people,
and His glory was seen,
as we served in the shelters in Houston and elsewhere.
Martin Luther King Jr. said
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that."
I pray you can meet with the Lord
as you listen to Arise and Shine.
And I pray you will find shelter in His shadow today!!!
Arise and Shine, at http://www.soundclick.com/evawilson
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Congratulatons are in order!!!
Congratulations are also in order to my dear friend,
Andrea C Parker, for hitting #10 on IndieHeaven's FanFaves!!!
Thank you for voting! It will be on FanFaves until Sept 13 or 14. (So will Closer Than Your Heartbeat, at #14 today)
She posted December Rain in honor or the 7th anniversary of 9/11.
We will never forget the sacrifice given on 9/11/01. I will never be the same.
God bless America. And America, bless God.
Now, on a much lighter note:
The family survived 5 days of school!!! And I didn't have to rush to Wal-Mart for last minute supplies, until Thursday night, when we realized we were short by one binder!
Btw, I love the stock-up-and-save sales, but it's awkward when the cashier looks at me as if I'm hoarding. Sometimes I've explained my family size, but Ms. Cashier never believes me. (Don't worry, Lady, there's not a straightjacket on planet earth that could hold my sags and bags!)
But this year, I went through the self-check! Ha! So weird to feel like I'm inconveniencing someone by buying so much. That's a character quirk in my life: fear of inconveniencing someone.
Anybody else out there feel that way? It's not like I'm a doormat. Nothing like that.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I was never voted "most likely to succeed" or any of those notorious labels we hang on people. As a matter of fact, there was a new honor created the year I graduated. I think some of my teachers liked me, and wanted to do something to recognize me. lol.
Most courteous. Yup. That was me. Seriously.
Don't tell my kids, though. They think I'm rude. Always barking orders. Well, what do they expect from the Enforcer?
Anyway, congratulations are in order to all the principals, teachers, kids, safety patrol-ers! And how about all those home-room moms and those like me, that I call home-RUN moms:
Hurry, run home, mom, before they sign you up to do something ELSE!!!
Andrea C Parker, for hitting #10 on IndieHeaven's FanFaves!!!
Thank you for voting! It will be on FanFaves until Sept 13 or 14. (So will Closer Than Your Heartbeat, at #14 today)
She posted December Rain in honor or the 7th anniversary of 9/11.
We will never forget the sacrifice given on 9/11/01. I will never be the same.
God bless America. And America, bless God.
Now, on a much lighter note:
The family survived 5 days of school!!! And I didn't have to rush to Wal-Mart for last minute supplies, until Thursday night, when we realized we were short by one binder!
Btw, I love the stock-up-and-save sales, but it's awkward when the cashier looks at me as if I'm hoarding. Sometimes I've explained my family size, but Ms. Cashier never believes me. (Don't worry, Lady, there's not a straightjacket on planet earth that could hold my sags and bags!)
But this year, I went through the self-check! Ha! So weird to feel like I'm inconveniencing someone by buying so much. That's a character quirk in my life: fear of inconveniencing someone.
Anybody else out there feel that way? It's not like I'm a doormat. Nothing like that.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I was never voted "most likely to succeed" or any of those notorious labels we hang on people. As a matter of fact, there was a new honor created the year I graduated. I think some of my teachers liked me, and wanted to do something to recognize me. lol.
Most courteous. Yup. That was me. Seriously.
Don't tell my kids, though. They think I'm rude. Always barking orders. Well, what do they expect from the Enforcer?
Anyway, congratulations are in order to all the principals, teachers, kids, safety patrol-ers! And how about all those home-room moms and those like me, that I call home-RUN moms:
Hurry, run home, mom, before they sign you up to do something ELSE!!!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
This IS the Day that the Lord has made
I WILL rejoice and be GLAD in it!!! 1st day of school!!!! Yippee!!!
Yes, I will miss my kids! But they thrive in routine (me, too!!!) and they are READY!!!
The kids are odd this year. 1st, 3rd, 5th, etc. Praying for all...especially my 2 college girls:) Praying HARD and LONG for all their teachers!!!! Big day for all!
Hey, we are back to our "original" household size as of today...those of you who know me know exactly what I mean. With a huge Grammy grin;)
Music Note: In only 10 days, December Rain has climbed to #37 and Closer Than Your Heartbeat #39 on http://www.indieheaven.com/fanfaves Thank you ALL for voting! You can vote once a day per computer. ***vote by clicking on star on far right, next to song title.*** An artist can only post one song at a time, but Andrea C Parker recorded December Rain, so it's legal:)
Several of my other co-writers have songs there, too...
Eddie & Laura Cavazos is #14 (Eddie is setting 3 of my lyrics to song!!!)
Tim Juliett #23 (we're just starting something)
Ken Lang #34 (we started a song a yr ago...does that count?)
Joey Nicholson $49 (we wrote Awesome One together)
Give them all a listen!
(and my close friend Cynthia Miller's song Falling Up is AWESOME...#16)
God BLESS you, and I MEAN that!!!
Yes, I will miss my kids! But they thrive in routine (me, too!!!) and they are READY!!!
The kids are odd this year. 1st, 3rd, 5th, etc. Praying for all...especially my 2 college girls:) Praying HARD and LONG for all their teachers!!!! Big day for all!
Hey, we are back to our "original" household size as of today...those of you who know me know exactly what I mean. With a huge Grammy grin;)
Music Note: In only 10 days, December Rain has climbed to #37 and Closer Than Your Heartbeat #39 on http://www.indieheaven.com/fanfaves Thank you ALL for voting! You can vote once a day per computer. ***vote by clicking on star on far right, next to song title.*** An artist can only post one song at a time, but Andrea C Parker recorded December Rain, so it's legal:)
Several of my other co-writers have songs there, too...
Eddie & Laura Cavazos is #14 (Eddie is setting 3 of my lyrics to song!!!)
Tim Juliett #23 (we're just starting something)
Ken Lang #34 (we started a song a yr ago...does that count?)
Joey Nicholson $49 (we wrote Awesome One together)
Give them all a listen!
(and my close friend Cynthia Miller's song Falling Up is AWESOME...#16)
God BLESS you, and I MEAN that!!!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Closer than Your Heartbeat, the song, the story
In all humility and gratitude, I'd like to share this story:
Over 2 yrs ago, while I was in a Bible study class called MotherWise, something Denise Glenn had penned in the workbook jumped right off the page at me. Pierced my heart with truth. She said that Jesus is closer than our very heartbeat. I began writing notes in my margin, and after class, went straight home so I could sing back to the Lord. I never dreamed I would ever share it with anyone else, as it was so close to my heart.
But God had other plans. and I sent a little worktape to my then-new friend, Deborah Ivris, in Israel. Deborah had translated a few of my songs into Hebrew, and her voice is so clear and resounding, it blessed my socks off! I only sent Closer Than Your Heartbeat as an encouragement to her heart, but soon she sent me an a cappella version back to me, expressing her heart, how the Lord had ministered to her.
Well, for over a year, the file sat in my computer. I don't have the know-how (or talent) to build a songtrack. I hear it in my heart and head, but can't get it from point A to point B.
But while on a forum at http://www.christiansongwriters.org the Father crossed my path with Paul Sumares of CA. He is brilliant & talented, but most of all, desires to honor the Father. We agreed to work together on several songs.
To my surprise, Paul took Deborah's vocals and crafted the song!!! Even with my meager chord ideas and inability to keep time, Paul structured this beautiful arrangement!!!
Thank you, Jesus!!!! (and many thanks to you, Deborah and Paul, for letting hear with my ears what I'd wanted to hear in my heart!!!!)
Here's what Paul said, in response to my note of thanks to him:
I see an arrangement like this as analogous to taking one's already beautiful daughter and adorning her with fine robes, perfumes and jewels … presenting her as a bride for the Son of the King. The tune, lyrics and spirit of the song are the main value of the gift which is offered out of love to God (the daughter). But the arrangement is a pleasure we have to gather some of the more precious and pleasing elements we see around us (which God Himself placed there for us to find), and with those, dress up that gift to show that He is deserving of all the glory and beauty that exists in creation.
What a beautiful display of Kingdom work, as we seek to glory in Him. (and can we give the Lord praise, for allowing us all to use the internet for HIS purposes!!!)
Closer Than Your Heartbeat
(c)2006 Eva Wilson
vocals: Deborah Ivris
production: Paul Sumares
B2 F#/A#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B2 F#/A#
Nothing in life, not even death
C#m/E F#
Jesus is closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E F#
Nearer than your very breath
B2 F#/A#
He's alive. (He's alive.)
B2 F#/A#
He is here. (He is here)
C#m/E F#
He’s all you need (He's all you need)
B
He's closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E
I am convinced
F#
Neither death nor life,
C#m/E
Neither angels nor demons,
F#
Neither the present nor the future,
E7
Nor any powers. Nothing.
C#m/E
Neither height nor depth,
F#
Nor anything else in all creation,
G#m F#
Can keep you from God's love
G#M F#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B
In Christ.
B2 F#/A#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B2 F#/A#
Nothing in life, not even death
C#m/E F#
Jesus is closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E F#
Nearer than your very breath
B2 F#/A#
He's alive. (He's alive.)
B2 F#/A#
He is here. (He is here)
C#m/E F#
He’s all you need (He's all you need)
B
He's closer than your heartbeat
Whehehehehehew!!! We love you, Jesus!!!
Oh, you can hear the Hebrew translations Deborah made at http://www.evawilsonmusic.com
(and for you songwriters, it may be a learning experience to hear my original worktape at http://www.soundclick.com/evawilson so you can hear how God can make something from "almost" nothing) ;)
Over 2 yrs ago, while I was in a Bible study class called MotherWise, something Denise Glenn had penned in the workbook jumped right off the page at me. Pierced my heart with truth. She said that Jesus is closer than our very heartbeat. I began writing notes in my margin, and after class, went straight home so I could sing back to the Lord. I never dreamed I would ever share it with anyone else, as it was so close to my heart.
But God had other plans. and I sent a little worktape to my then-new friend, Deborah Ivris, in Israel. Deborah had translated a few of my songs into Hebrew, and her voice is so clear and resounding, it blessed my socks off! I only sent Closer Than Your Heartbeat as an encouragement to her heart, but soon she sent me an a cappella version back to me, expressing her heart, how the Lord had ministered to her.
Well, for over a year, the file sat in my computer. I don't have the know-how (or talent) to build a songtrack. I hear it in my heart and head, but can't get it from point A to point B.
But while on a forum at http://www.christiansongwriters.org the Father crossed my path with Paul Sumares of CA. He is brilliant & talented, but most of all, desires to honor the Father. We agreed to work together on several songs.
To my surprise, Paul took Deborah's vocals and crafted the song!!! Even with my meager chord ideas and inability to keep time, Paul structured this beautiful arrangement!!!
Thank you, Jesus!!!! (and many thanks to you, Deborah and Paul, for letting hear with my ears what I'd wanted to hear in my heart!!!!)
Here's what Paul said, in response to my note of thanks to him:
I see an arrangement like this as analogous to taking one's already beautiful daughter and adorning her with fine robes, perfumes and jewels … presenting her as a bride for the Son of the King. The tune, lyrics and spirit of the song are the main value of the gift which is offered out of love to God (the daughter). But the arrangement is a pleasure we have to gather some of the more precious and pleasing elements we see around us (which God Himself placed there for us to find), and with those, dress up that gift to show that He is deserving of all the glory and beauty that exists in creation.
What a beautiful display of Kingdom work, as we seek to glory in Him. (and can we give the Lord praise, for allowing us all to use the internet for HIS purposes!!!)
Closer Than Your Heartbeat
(c)2006 Eva Wilson
vocals: Deborah Ivris
production: Paul Sumares
B2 F#/A#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B2 F#/A#
Nothing in life, not even death
C#m/E F#
Jesus is closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E F#
Nearer than your very breath
B2 F#/A#
He's alive. (He's alive.)
B2 F#/A#
He is here. (He is here)
C#m/E F#
He’s all you need (He's all you need)
B
He's closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E
I am convinced
F#
Neither death nor life,
C#m/E
Neither angels nor demons,
F#
Neither the present nor the future,
E7
Nor any powers. Nothing.
C#m/E
Neither height nor depth,
F#
Nor anything else in all creation,
G#m F#
Can keep you from God's love
G#M F#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B
In Christ.
B2 F#/A#
Nothing can keep you from God's love
B2 F#/A#
Nothing in life, not even death
C#m/E F#
Jesus is closer than your heartbeat
C#m/E F#
Nearer than your very breath
B2 F#/A#
He's alive. (He's alive.)
B2 F#/A#
He is here. (He is here)
C#m/E F#
He’s all you need (He's all you need)
B
He's closer than your heartbeat
Whehehehehehew!!! We love you, Jesus!!!
Oh, you can hear the Hebrew translations Deborah made at http://www.evawilsonmusic.com
(and for you songwriters, it may be a learning experience to hear my original worktape at http://www.soundclick.com/evawilson so you can hear how God can make something from "almost" nothing) ;)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
this is NOT public knowledge!!!!
I kid you NOT!!! I read this on shoutlife today:
I am looking to relocate to the Nashville, TN possibly soon...and I am looking for a FULL TIME music minister/worship leader position. If you are in need or know of a church please contact me! Thanks!! I can submit a resume and of course you can hear my music on here!! LOL!
God bless!
then, this is added, as the author commented on his own blog:
this is NOT public knowledge...and it is still up in the air....I am looking for work outside of Evansville...cause nothing is happening here....DO NOT say ANYTHING to ANYBODY....it's only a thought we are having i am searching out leads in nashville only right now.
OK, am I missing something? Is the internet NOT open to the public?
(still laughing)
I am looking to relocate to the Nashville, TN possibly soon...and I am looking for a FULL TIME music minister/worship leader position. If you are in need or know of a church please contact me! Thanks!! I can submit a resume and of course you can hear my music on here!! LOL!
God bless!
then, this is added, as the author commented on his own blog:
this is NOT public knowledge...and it is still up in the air....I am looking for work outside of Evansville...cause nothing is happening here....DO NOT say ANYTHING to ANYBODY....it's only a thought we are having i am searching out leads in nashville only right now.
OK, am I missing something? Is the internet NOT open to the public?
(still laughing)
no spellcheck allowed!!!
Our walls are breathing a sigh of relief!!! A little less stuff packed into the house, a little more wallspace! As we pulled Liz's couch out (for college), the heart of a little brother was revealed:
Hannah is a stupid head
Yes, it must have been a bad day in Stephen's kindergarten head. Was it that Hannah wouldn't play chess with him? Or maybe she hid the remote control!!! Who knows!!!
It will be painted over tonight...that's why I took the picture:) Just had to share!!!
Friday, August 8, 2008
What's in YOUR Wall?
A convo I recently had with my friend, Paul Sumares reminded me of my parents. Paul is a solid man, strong in his faith in Christ Jesus, and committed to family values. It has been a joy to work with him on some music this summer. What a blessing to have his special touch on songs God planted in my heart!
Well, something he said in a convo this week reminded me of my folks. The best I can remember, neither of my parents ever ran for any kind of office. Not even PTA. Not that PTA is a lowly office. You know what I mean. They never sought public attention. Unless writing letters to the editor counts...I guess I got the bold streak from my mother. Never at a loss for words.
In my mind's eye, Mom and Dad were not even considered pillars of the community. But they were definitely an important part. There was a steadfastness that reminds me of a wall. But not just any wall. This wall stood the test of time. The test of trials. All because of God's grace, and their willingness to receive it.
Now, I look at my own life. My marriage. My parenting. I don't think I can be a wall. I don't think I'm made of the same stuff my mom is made of. But I'd like to think of myself as a stud. A backbone, if you will. Almost useless if standing alone, but with others joining in the framework, we can serve as a support to those walls.
Do I have it in me to stand firm? Not to sway? Only by His mercy!
Some days I think my kids are the nails, holding me in place. Keeping me on my knees.
Some days I think my kids are the hammer, driving those very painful points right where they need to be.
Either way, I'm asking myself, "What's in YOUR wall, Eva?" I'm not pleased with my answer. I want the strength, the dignity, and respect that the generation before me had. But there's no shortcut from point A to point Z.
Well, something he said in a convo this week reminded me of my folks. The best I can remember, neither of my parents ever ran for any kind of office. Not even PTA. Not that PTA is a lowly office. You know what I mean. They never sought public attention. Unless writing letters to the editor counts...I guess I got the bold streak from my mother. Never at a loss for words.
In my mind's eye, Mom and Dad were not even considered pillars of the community. But they were definitely an important part. There was a steadfastness that reminds me of a wall. But not just any wall. This wall stood the test of time. The test of trials. All because of God's grace, and their willingness to receive it.
Now, I look at my own life. My marriage. My parenting. I don't think I can be a wall. I don't think I'm made of the same stuff my mom is made of. But I'd like to think of myself as a stud. A backbone, if you will. Almost useless if standing alone, but with others joining in the framework, we can serve as a support to those walls.
Do I have it in me to stand firm? Not to sway? Only by His mercy!
Some days I think my kids are the nails, holding me in place. Keeping me on my knees.
Some days I think my kids are the hammer, driving those very painful points right where they need to be.
Either way, I'm asking myself, "What's in YOUR wall, Eva?" I'm not pleased with my answer. I want the strength, the dignity, and respect that the generation before me had. But there's no shortcut from point A to point Z.
fell
I fell in love with Jesus. Again. Kathy Troccoli & Dee Brestin did an excellent job with the book. So creative, tying in song titles for their chapter themes. Hmmm. Wonder if they had copyright issues. Nah.
Vacation was a sweet time with family. Then we returned home for VBS. What an awesome week!!!
More later. Much later. Hard to blog these days. But I'm writing songs every day. Does that count?
Vacation was a sweet time with family. Then we returned home for VBS. What an awesome week!!!
More later. Much later. Hard to blog these days. But I'm writing songs every day. Does that count?
Friday, July 11, 2008
A Hammock and a Good Book
Looking for a good book to read on vacation.
Right next to Pillars and Prophets stood Gorilla on the Midway. I kid you not.
But after a little digging, I found "Falling in Love with Jesus" ~ sounds like a keeper!!!
Right next to Pillars and Prophets stood Gorilla on the Midway. I kid you not.
But after a little digging, I found "Falling in Love with Jesus" ~ sounds like a keeper!!!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Let Us Pray
Well, I haven't blogged in a loooong time. There's MUCH to write about, but where do I begin?
Oh, oh...ok...a few weeks ago, Andrea C Parker went to the studio...and Praise the Lord!!! She chose to record two of my songs!!!
http://www.shoutlife.com/andreacparker
She posted Let Us Pray on Fan Faves, and Only You is there, too...we'd appreciate your votes:)
Still 2 wks left to vote for Let Us Pray #8 & Only You #9
Please vote every day at http://www.indieheaven.com/fanfaves
(Once per day per computer ~ five stars is the best)
Friday, May 30, 2008
This morning, after making the carpool run, I thought it would take me 5 minutes to water the flowers we planted in the cool of the evening.
But no. Something had been eating my hybiscus. They are 7 ft tall! Why would some measely bug think it could have a midnight snack on my beauties? Well, me and Sevendust will teach them a thing or two!!! OK, I confess. It didn't happen overnight. But it just didn't seem so bad when I first noticed it! Snuck up on me, I reckon!
As I started relieving the beloved plants of those holey leaves, I began to see a pattern. For every huge, bug-bitten leaf, there was already a teensy little sign of life coming in! That new life would have eventually bumped off the old, unhealthy one.
So life is. May we welcome those tiny, yet mighty growth patterns in our lives. Shed the old stuff...old habits...sinfulnesses...weakness...there's more to this life!
But no. Something had been eating my hybiscus. They are 7 ft tall! Why would some measely bug think it could have a midnight snack on my beauties? Well, me and Sevendust will teach them a thing or two!!! OK, I confess. It didn't happen overnight. But it just didn't seem so bad when I first noticed it! Snuck up on me, I reckon!
As I started relieving the beloved plants of those holey leaves, I began to see a pattern. For every huge, bug-bitten leaf, there was already a teensy little sign of life coming in! That new life would have eventually bumped off the old, unhealthy one.
So life is. May we welcome those tiny, yet mighty growth patterns in our lives. Shed the old stuff...old habits...sinfulnesses...weakness...there's more to this life!
"Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 3:13-14Thursday, May 29, 2008
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