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Magical Moment 37, "Randy Forever and Ever Amen"

Last night was surreal. One of the few times in my life where I was in the presence of someone who to me, is larger than life. Randy Travis – one of 2 voices on the planet that can melt me into a puddle by singing one note, one word, it doesn’t even have to be a real song. He could hum and I would be smitten (the other one is Bing Crosby if you’re wondering). Last night I was happy to hear that he sounded just as wonderful as he ever did. I first stalked Randy – I mean, met Randy several years ago in Lincoln, NE when he did a radio interview on a local station. I waited for hours in a parking lot across the street from the building where I had a view of all the exits. In hand was my “Storms of Life” record, a sharpie, and a disposable camera. I knew he would have to come out eventually and when he did, I got an autograph and a picture. Yesterday I bought a poster board, blew up that old picture of the 2 of us, and wrote in huge block letters, “Randy, I’ll love you forever and ever am

Magical Moment 36, "Goose"

She plays piano, sings, and taught herself how to strum chords on the guitar. Not me, my cousin-in-law, Sarah. We call her Goose. I still have no idea why. She, her sister, and her parents were the nearest family to Eddie and I for three years. On weekends, we drove up to stay with them and many holidays were spent together as well. It was nice having such wonderful people so close, able to just hop in the car and be there in a few short hours. Over the years, Goose and I have discovered we are super-naturally alike. We haven’t quite figured out the cause yet, but we think it has something to do with the star's alignment when we were born. She and I were strangers only 3 short years ago, yet continue to discover that we have the same unique taste in music, movies, clothes, food, and pretty much anything else you can think of. Our favorite song is Sentimental Journey . First of all, who under the age of 50 even knows that song? We have the same in depth discussion about the movie

Magical Moment 35, "The Line Between Dedicated and Crazy"

I’m running like a mad woman down a mountainside in sweatpants, t-shirt, slippers, and wet hair in 40-degree weather, through mud puddles, gravel, and overgrown brush. Why, you ask? Let me tell you. About once a month, I drive down to the North Carolina Smoky Mountains to visit my husband as he finishes up school. While I’m here, I do much of my correspondence with the New York City music scene by e-mail and phone. I send out resumes, headshots, musical recordings, and videos to possible employers and all but beg them to hire me for an advertised gig that I’ve found online. It’s a taxing life, with little stability, but one that I am willing to give up job security, our four-bedroom house with a yard and a pool, and any sense of a normal life for. Dedicated, or crazy? I applied for an internship several weeks ago with a large New York City record company. I thought, Here is my chance to learn all the ins and outs of the business, make some contacts, and maybe get some discounted stu

Magical Moment 34, "Fly Girls"

There are photos that give me chills when I see them. There is one theme in old photos that still makes my heart race, causes me to swell with pride, and even brings a tear to my eye out of the sheer passion it stands for. I’ve seen them hundreds of times before. You have too. They are black and white, displaying men and women in military uniforms. The style of hair, the dark lipstick, the time frame is clearly World War II. I first saw these kinds of photos as a young girl, 7 or 8, as blown up cardboard cut outs displayed in an exhibit at the WWII Canteen Museum in North Platte, NE. My family went to the museum every summer. And even when I was that little, I remember thinking how beautiful the women were and how amazing it was that they were in military uniforms. I never personally met an actual female in the military until I was well into my teens. My father was in the Army National Guard, along with my older brother and all my uncles and I was proud of them. Fiercely proud of t

Magical Moment 33, "The Four Cats"

There once was an abandoned, run down barn that sat near a beautiful countryside home. The barn was an eye sore for many of the neighbors, but no one took the steps to remove it. Some children dared to go near it, feeling adventurous and seeking out mystery, but all were in trouble when their parents found out. The barn was home to all sorts of critters, including four feral cats. They must have been brothers and sisters as they were all black with white paws and faces. Inside the barn, they trapped and ate their meals, huddled close together during the winter nights, and explored every corner of their home. The cats were thin, for their meals were sparse. Their behavior was skittish when seen, for they rarely encountered humans. Their coats were shabby and dirty, for they lived a difficult life. Yet, they were always together, guarding and helping one another. Hunting meals was a team effort. When one left the barn, the other three followed. If ever only three cats were spotted, it

Magical Moment 32, "Sparrow"

"Sparrow" is a song I wrote last summer to help me with my ridiculous battle with stage fright. I know it seems like a silly thing to worry about, but to me, the fear is sometimes paralyzing. The song reminds me that no fear or problem is too small for God to care about. After all, He cares about the sparrow. To hear a recording go to http://www.myspace.com/maryelizabethgrimes Click on Sparrow in the right hand box and press play. To see a video, scroll down. I hope you enjoy it! Sparrow words and music by Elizabeth Grimes Copyright 2009 I’ve had fear in my heart for way too long. And I’ve convinced myself that it’s not wrong. But, Lord I know that when I’m honest, I read it long ago. It said, “You need not worry, my child, for I watch the sparrow.” I believe that You can calm a raging sea. Lord, I remember all the times you’ve taken care of me. So take this worry and throw it far from my heart. Never to return. Faith like a child. Today it starts. Sparrow! Sparrow! T

Magical Moment 31, "My Haunting"

This is my third visit to North Carolina to see Eddie as he completes his Seasonal Law Enforcement Training Course. The house we stay in is remotely located about 10 minutes up a mountain, isolated in the thick forest.  I noticed a few strange things in the house during my first visit…things like downstairs noises and foot steps when I thought I was alone. I chalked it up to an old house and a windy day. My second visit however, the owner of the house informed me that he believed dead Cherokee Indians haunted his house and property. And on that trip, Eddie and I both heard some strange things. We each thought the other was walking around or moving large objects only to come in the room and find them sound asleep or relaxing quietly on the bed. One day, Eddie came home from class and asked if I wanted to go downstairs to the kitchen with him to cook supper. I told him that I didn’t want to because a friend of the owner was down there and I didn’t want to disturb him. He had been makin