Even before The Shack came out, I had the tendency to personify the Holy Spirit as a cross between Aunt Jemimah and Queen Latifah. All jolly and doughy and momma-like, but still street smart and sassy. My Holy Spirit is someone who gives you a look and kicks you under the table when you say something mean. Or who says with a sly wink before you go out, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”. And my Holy Spirit is someone you can curl up and cry on, who will wipe off your face with a checkered apron that smells like nutmeg and laundry soap and home.
I’ve completed almost 7 songs for my Nashville project, and I’m supposed to present a total of 8-9 to my producer. From that bunch, he’ll choose the best 5 to make an album from. There is such a special place in my heart for gospel music. For artists like Lauryn Hill, Eva Cassidy, Israel. I love to sing that style of music, but I’ve never written anything.
So, today, I sat down determined at my piano. I summoned the Holy Spirit inside me and looked up a few gospel chord progressions. With a little adjusting and the addition of some lyrics I’ve been sitting on for several years, out came a song!
If it ends up on my Nashville album, great. And if not, I’ll make a YouTube video or something so you can still hear it.