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Soundtracks to our lives

We all have music that we feel should be part of the "official soundtrack" to our lives - music that got us through a tough time, music that was playing during a pivotal moment of our lives, music that made us laugh or cry.  My mom and dad always said "Peg o' my heart" was "their" song, although it isn't a song I'm really familiar with.

I've always like Melissa Etheridge's music, and "Ain't it heavy" is a particular favorite.  It seems to sum up a lot of my life.  There are a lot of days when I get out of bed and know that the fury and the agony is going to start up all over again - another battle to fight, another lesson to learn and to teach, another banner to be unfurled ahead of the troops.  And quite honestly, I don't want to do it again most days.

I'm feelin' kinda loose I'm feelin' kinda mean
I've been feeling kinda wild since I turned seventeen
Or is it madness
Tell me where can a woman find any kind of peace
When does the fury and the agony cease
How long have I got to say please
There's a hole in my jeans I only wanted to fade
I've been ripping out seams
Somebody else made tonight


 Where CAN a woman find any kind of peace?  Good question, Melissa.  I struggle with it daily.  It seems like I'm always doing something wrong, and peace is elusive.  Once in a great while, I get a glimpse of it, usually when I'm in church, it's quiet and I see God there, right in front of me and then....gone.   And it's back to the fury and the agony.

Oh, well.  At least the soundtrack to the battle is good, and one day, I stand in hope that peace will be all that there is.

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