The last refrain 

No where in a music score does it tell a listener how to react properly. When you read music as you play it’ll cue your brain to manipulate the instrument that you are playing into crescendos or fortissimo or some other type of expression, but it doesn’t give the listener any cues as to how the music will affect their heart.  It’s up to you the musician to put  passion and voice into the music to make it memorable for the listener. 

He was the former band director of our little school in Iowa, and he passed away in a bike accident a few short days ago. Last night as I sat in the hot gym I sat with  his friends and family as we listened to speeches, scriptures and songs given in honor of a man who devoted his life to the art of making sure the listener listened to the music being played. 

His friend spoke of times they adventured. His oldest daughter spoke of his love for doing small things everyday to master anything.  Love poured out of the lifelong friend who sang “Bourning Cry.” Then there was a band, 40 steller musicians that offered their time and talent to honor the legacy of a man who had touched them in some way. 

I listened to the music played by this all star band made up of former students, colleagues, and lifelong friends and my heart captured a glimpse of deeper things that happen when one gives their time to play in a band. The diligence of practice that must occur. The friendships that form between people who play the same instument. The sheer grit it takes sometimes to get through learning a new song or instrument. And for this band specifically, it was the beauty of many parts making something amazing together to honor a man who knew God consistently, loved his family emmensly, and gave over 30 years of his life to the art of making music in the local school. 

Mr Dahn, you’ll be missed by this community you called home. You’ll be missed by generations of band students you so patiently guided and lead over your years as band director, but most importantly your life will be missed by a whole host of people that you encouraged excellence from simply because your passion for great music was contagious. 


two new bikes.

It began as a simple prayer from my heart.  New bikes for a couple of ladies who lost their momma to cancer. Two ladies whose lives have turned upside down and inside out in a matter of days. Ladies who are worth new bikes in every sense of the word. My heart pleaded with God, please show these ladies they are worthy of the best You have in a language they can understand.

My heart’s plea was picked up by a close friend with a heart as big as the world for children’s ministry. She called, emailed and in short order she handed me a stack of cash in a very sweet card. Fund’s raised from all ages, all willing to part with a little to show these two ladies that they are worth new, and that even in the hard, people care.  God decided our budget through your generosity.

I emailed a local bike shop to see if they could work within that budget and they did… over and above what I could have ever planned on. Bike World, your heart is as big as gold. Each and every employee was attentive to our needs and you blew us away with your helpfulness and just plain Iowa niceness. One of the things the ladies wanted on their bikes was a bottle holder… and they made sure they got them!

I’m telling you, pray. Pray like your heart depends on it, because it does.  Pray because God delights in answering your prayers. He will give you your heart’s desire.. and possibly blow you away in the answer.




Thank you friends for praying with me. Thank you friends for emptying your pockets when a desire pulled on your heart. Thank you Suz for listening to your heart and obeying that still small voice and leading the charge, and thank you Steve at Bike World for having a heart for things that matter, I just met you but I believe you walk that walk often. Thank you Father God for blowing this gal over again with your generosity.