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sammi fredenburg wrote:i've been gone a long time, sorry, i still love her much, but the book. . . .
i had received this book as a gift from one here on the site, so very grateful for his generosity. i thot i would be immersed in it and emerge a humble fan. it wasn't that easy.
i just had surgery this month and am laid up for the holidays, and thot i would pick it up again fresh. i cheated the first time around and jumped forward to i think around chapter 15 or so, with intentions of going back to start again, but it wore me out. she's lovely, certainly the vote on whether she shares too much is her decision and i l personally don't feel there is no right or wrong answer to that. but i would read only so much and have to put it down and step back.
i love autobio's and can detach from most all. moya is a beautiful soul who lived an amazing life and her art reflects her heart.
but, you know how when in a music room when a single piano key is struck and held, and if the nearby string instruments are in perfect tune with this note, the silent still strings will begin to resonate, to vibrate? a part of me was that string, maybe still is that string. i worked in that Christian music industry for a number of years, in and out of nashville, and her experiences and aprehensions resonated so strongly it would throw me.
i think i just kept wishing i could turn a page and hope she would share that Bono would be there to throw back a few more pints, or quarts or gallons, very strong shots, in counsel regarding the west's expectations for successful, talented artists they brand as music ministers and such, the high pedistals and deep dives, of how for her to be strong and take a stand. or another person i was hoping would be there was indeed a casualty, Bob Dylan. the page never turned that way, and it broke my heart. i'm not an artist, just have burried a few, loved a few, despised a few, i was in women's and children's ministry, missions administration, and gospel radio . . . . . and we were merciless looking back on that life now. and reading her experiences takes me back there, like turning up stones and looking at the creepy crawlies underneath. so sorry.
so very sorry moya.
then, a tender moment a few days back propped up here with my ipod in random brought What Will I Do thru the earphones while i was here alone . . . . i put it on repeat over and over and over and depleted a box of tissues. (as usual with that song, too!) it reminded me of this book and the promise i made to myself to return to it and read the less dark sides of her luminous life. i don't find the behavior dark, the life of a star is not easy by any means, but the moments of darkness she wrote of when alone that even the best life couldn't brighten. and i could so relate.
i hope to hear what the last chapter has to say. maybe, to me hopefully, that years have been a balm, that like me she survived it all with a faith fully intact, tho i walked out of fellowship altogether. the the last chapter reflects something close to happily ever after. am i close?
happy holidays everyone.
stay close,
sammi
hermeyjdi wrote:I don't think she shared too much. We live in a world where everyone puts up masks to hide behind. No one is real anymore and it is such a breath of fresh air to read her book. I totally respect her honesty. It shows us that she is human also ya know?? It really encouraged me in my mission to be real and honest with those around me. Thanks Moya!!
hermeyjdi wrote:I think it is also good because it is an encourgement to all of us that we are not alone and that if she can over come tough things in her life then we can too.
Phantas wrote:
Luckily, Moya found Tim through it all and eventually was able to put her demons to rest - by simply looking in the mirror and feeling - yes, it's part of my life. I have done it, I'm not proud but I do not need to hide it.
That's what this book tells me - the honesty is not about being honest - it's about accepting what you've been through, what you're doing and have done, and where you want to go. I see the book as a crossroad kind of thing. With the release of the book and coinciding with her album release WTTWW, it was a point where Moya made the decision that would define her person and the rest of her life
Love,
Phantas
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