I was a small-town girl. Aside from the ridiculous green beret and homely green jumper, signing me up for Girl Scouts was the best decision Mom made for her fifth-grade daughter. I already knew how to build a campfire, and selling cookies wasn't the highlight of my year -- it was the field trip to the radio station that thrilled my little eleven-year-old heart. There it was, five thousand watts of crystal-clear power...it was a daytime-only radio station, the voice of our town. One look into that studio and I was hooked. I begged them to let me take home the unused news copy from the AP wire. I hung it up on my wall like a rock-star poster. I got a tape recorder and practiced doing newscasts, writing exciting stories of neighborhood gossip. I practiced my commercials, imitating TV ads for Miss Clairol. In the seventh grade, I entered a speech contest and won three of the four categories. The judges were the owners of that radio station. Within a week of winning the speech contest I had my first on-air job: "Delilah, on the Warpath," school news and sports, taped weekly. By the time I was in high school I had worked into a full-time part-time position at the radio station. I wrote afternoon newscasts, wrote and produced commercials. I took the empty soda pop bottles back for the refund. Six days a week I was at the station. Six days a week I was happy! It's been over 25 years, and fourteen stations since Mrs. Davis's Girl Scout troop walked through the doors of that first radio station. Today, my show isn't on a five-thousand watt daytime AM station, but the thrill of the microphone hasn't disappeared. Radio is still my first love. §Sports: Watching my son, Isaiah, play soccer §Food: YES!! §Color: Yellow! §Season: Summer in Seattle, Autumn in New England §Activity: Painting (art, not walls -- although I do murals!) §Passions: Gardening, camping You can e-mail me a dedication at D@Delilah.comand visit my official website at www.Delilah.com
I want to wish you a Merry Christmas, may you rejoice in the reason for the season, and delight in the beautiful hymns that share the message…
O Holy Night, The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth; Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn; Fall on your knees, Oh, hear the angels voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born! O night, O holy night, O night divine!
"For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people." (Titus 2:11) That's exactly what Christmas is really about, that's the Christmas story in 12 words! There's so much more to the story, but it's that simple. Thank you, Jesus.
