This month we worked a an organization called Ester’s House in Ntcheu, Malawi. They work with the children in the village as well as the widows. It was a beautiful month, and even though I didn’t write any blogs this month, I was challenged to share in a different way.
I have been pushing myself creatively throughout the race so far. I even carry canvass and water color paper with me on planes, trains, and automobiles. But, at the beginning of the month I was challenged to share my voice. I love to sing, but I don’t often share that part of my creative soul.
MY SPECIFIC CHALLENGE: Film or record your voice and share it.
So I wracked my brain as to what to do.
I hadn’t done a recap video yet, so I was fairly certain thats what I would pursue….but what would I sing?
On the way to our ministry in Malawi I was listening to music on shuffle in the back of the minibus. (common transport in Africa, often SMASHED full of people) The song After the Storm by Mumford and Sons came on and I paused as I actually listened to the lyrics and fell in love with them for the month.
So without further ado, here is the video of this month, as well as my vocals in the background, singing a version of After the Storm. I hope you enjoy!
Here are the lyrics:
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That’s why I hold,
That’s why I hold with all I have.
That’s why I hold.
And I won’t die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I’ll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
