In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, a nana, teacher, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, apprentice baker, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Nichole Nordeman
A few years ago I traveled a bit with the Women of Faith team. That's where I met and heard Nichole Nordeman for the first time. Nichole is a lovely young lady who sings like an angel, but it was her music that blew me away. She's a true lyricist, and her words are not only profound and lovely, but they are spiritually deep and show real maturity.
She charmed us all with stories of how she bought a "space bag"--you know, those plastic bag vacuum gizmos shown on TV that can flatten a comforter to a pancake?--and got a little carried away, then she sang songs that just brought me to tears. Even now, I love to start work with a couple of Nichole's songs--they lift me right up to the throne room of heaven.
Here are a couple of the songs that move me to the center of my being (well, snippets from the songs):
From "Tremble:"
Have I come too casually? Because it seems to me
There's something I've neglected
How does one approach a Deity with informality
And still protect the Sacred?
Oh, let me not forget to tremble . . .
This one, "Legacy," is so convicting:
I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
And you could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all the Who's Who's and So-and-So's
That used to be the best at such and such
It wouldn't matter much
I want to leave a legacy,
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things . . .
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace
Who blessed Your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy . . .
And finally, this is now my favorite worship song. So simple, so elegant and profound--"Holy":
How many roads did I travel
Before I walked down one that led me to You?
And how many dreams did unravel
Before I believed in a hope that was true?
How long? How far?
What was meant to fulfill only emptied me still
And all You ever wanted . . .
Only me, on my knees, singing Holy, holy
And somehow all that matters now is You are Holy, Holy . . .
If you haven't heard Nichole, be sure to check out her music. You'll be blessed. (All songs above written by Nichole Nordeman.)
~~Angie
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