Meat Boots...

I love music.

Really...I do.

I played piano as a child..have played guitar since I was in the 5th grade.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved music.

It speaks TO me and at times FOR me.

I'd challenge anyone to Name That Tune....any genre...It's one of my gifts.

I consider myself someone who understands music.

However....

What.

Was.

That.

I know my age is showing...and apparently so is my inner PETA membership...but.....

GROSS.

I suppose it is skirt steak on bottom?

I am not sure how to incorporate something spiritual in to this post....but I will try.

As I said, I love music.

Many times in my life God Himself, has spoken to me through music.

However, I am still trying to decipher what, if anything, He was trying to say to me last night through MEAT BOOTS.

Because quite frankly, those boots were made for grillin'...not walkin'.

God, Thank You for making us all so creatively...and so individually.

In His Dust,

DCC