As I ambled along, I enjoyed peeking into the beautiful gardens on either side of the road. Trees and houses were covered with leaves in all kinds of fiery hues. The already vivid colours were accentuated by the autumn mist. I could sense that this October day was shrouded in mystery; A mystery full of colours and flavours that were waiting to be explored.
So far, things had turned out quite different from what I had planned.Since I had taken another train and gone off at a station I had never been at before, I had no idea where I could buy something to eat for the day. But the Lord seemed to have planned every little detail. I found a small shop at the street corner. Sandwiches in every size and with all kinds of layers were spread out on the table in front of me. I picked a sandwich, payed and headed with joyful anticipation to my final destination.
I knocked at the door to my producer 5 minutes earlier than we had appointed. He opened up and gave me a warm welcome. Immediately, I felt at home.The room was full of pianos, keyboards, an organ and numerous other key instruments and equipment. I imagined all the tunes that were capable of filling the small room. I was filled with exitement.
The rewriting process could begin. My producer had listened through my song demos that I had sent him. I wondered what kind of suggestions he would come up with to improve the songs.
We started randomly with one of them. Some major changes were made in the arrangement, throwing out two verses and transforming one of the verses into a bridge. In the next two songs, the grooves were changed. One of the songs became more upbeat, whereas the other was slowed down to become a beautiful ballad.
Time was flying, and so was I. The songs were coming alive and I was soaring into my dreams....
But not for too long..... As we approached the fourth song, it felt like crash-landing. For the first time I totally disagreed with his suggestions. My song was being destroyed. The producer must have sensed my dispair. It didn`t take long before he could come up with another suggestion. The song eventually turned into something exiting, full of colours and nuances.
I lifted my wings again. But just as I was about to fly, I was interupted by a knock at the door. My husband came in. It was soon time to go. But first he greeted and chatted with my producer. He also took some photos and videos to remember this important day.
I had completely forgotten about food. But now I felt hungry. I was looking very much forward to eating out with my husband. Since Chinese is my favourite, he had selected a cosy little chinese restaurant.
We studied the menu cards and decided to try something new. The colourful dishes were delivered one by one to our table. I sipped my cup of jasmin tea and savoured every mouthful of the exotic dishes. My heart was overflowing with awe and gratitude. This was the day that the Lord had made! I rejoiced over His creation. He had prepared a table before me full of colours, sounds, flavours, shapes etc. I was invited to come to His table to take and create. From the time I was a little girl, He had given me a passion for sounds and a desire to create music and songs thereof.Now it was my greatest joy to use the creative gifts He had given to me; To rearrange what was already there in His creation and to further rearrange out of what other people had already created.
There was still so much to explore in His world of music. I wondered which flavours I had yet to discover. As I sat there, enjoying the sound of peace, I was more than ever determined to create something unique, tasteful and beautiful; Something that He would delight in and that would give glory to Him, the creator and giver of all good gifts.