I’m writing the unsung story. I’m talking about “our” story. We are not so different. My story and yours, are much the same. We sometimes have to dig for the treasures in the messiness of life.

I am about to explode. There could be quite a mess. On the other hand, it could be an epic explosion that scatters “good stuff” in its aftermath. Perhaps my stories, recordings, thoughts and poems are not extraordinary, but if you want to know ABOUT me, I’m not ordinary. I have regular volcanic eruptions of words and songs. I write. I sing. And if I don’t, I will explode. So, I do.

A well-meaning friend once gave me some advice. “Frieda, you need to understand that it’s you who writes your songs, don’t blame God.”  That comment stood out in my memory. I knew it was not totally true because my songs speak to me and tell me things I don’t know. They inspire me. And not only that, I unashamedly declare my songs beautiful because I’m not bragging about myself, but about Him, the Inspiration.

A few months ago, Psalm 23 struck a deep chord in my heart. I had to put it to music. It spoke to me. I recorded it to memorialize the valley of death I’d recently walked through. A friend told me, “Your recording is so bad that I just can’t listen to it! It hurts my ears too much!” Okay, that hurt. But I understood. It was true. It was a poor-quality recording. But when I wrote the song I was physically and mentally wounded. I was in distress. The recording cried, exactly as I did. The song was in distress, just as I was.

When I listen to that horrible recording, I remember how much I hurt, and hope

someone else gains strength from my weakness.  I hope those in pain or despair can hear the message of HOPE in my imperfect song—the hope that expels me from the valley of death; “When I’m weak, He is strong.” (II Corinthians 12:10)

The relationship between me and my website is very competitive. My website taunts me, “Frieda is racing against her life time-line to write everything wrapped up in her heart.” That’s true, I may not reach my goal before I reach the end of my race. My goal is to share as many stories and songs as possible, lest I be rebuked at heaven’s gate. “Hey! What are you doing here? Keep writing the unsung story!”

Writing a blog doesn’t make you noteworthy. But to write the “ABOUT” is giving recognition where it belongs, and that is the portion of my cup God occupies. I am in it, but it’s not ABOUT me.

However, if you’re still curious:

•               I am a grandmother.
•               Granny of 11 (no photo with all of them)
•               Grew up in Elkhart, Indiana, USA.
•               Faced an overload of trauma in my teens, so I…
•               Became a hippy and went to India. 
•               Jesus was waiting for me there, He saved me from myself, and to Himself.
•               Another hippy, Yip, was also there.
•               We married and have 5 married children living in 5 different countries.
•               Life changed. We stayed in India and have over hundred children.

That’s me. Frieda. That’s Yip. (Ken)