Monday, August 9, 2010
Make a joyful noise
"You sing the most beautifulest, not like the others." The Dude loves, maybe that is too strong of a word, but I chose it so I am going to stand behind it, to hear me sing. While singing a hymn at church he lovingly looked up at me and spoke those words.
I started to beam. You know how kids glow when you compliment them on anything. I started from the tip of my toes and couldn't stop smiling.
I can't sing! It's true. Frogs, cows, pigs, chickens and even crows sing better than I do. I am not being modest, just honest. I have always wanted to sing. Even have a friend that I live vicariously through because she sings like an angel. She even let me sing backup when she was recording a song in the 80's. She said I could sing, but I never believed her. She really just needed someone to help her get her track down. Mine was not recorded, just for the record. Love ya Getz!
When the Dude said I sang "beautifulest", I believed it and sang a little louder.
I believe everything he says. He hasn't learned how to be dishonest yet.
Maybe one day I will take singing lessons so I can sing in the church choir and not just mouth the words. Yes! I said mouth the words. I have done that before, many times. I used to practice in the mirror and I was quite convincing.
I once taught a lesson about participating in all that Sunday has to offer and that included singing. How it was a testimony to the Lord. That the spirit can touch us through music. I have always felt the spirit (the tinglies up the spine and goosebumps) while listening to good music, but had always mouthed the words or sang very quietly during the hymns. I tried singing louder the next Sunday and lo and behold I felt differently. The hymns to me have become part of my Sunday worship. It is my favorite time because I don't care if I am out of tune, it is like my little girl when she sings. I find it delightful, out of tune, but it warms my heart. I believe our Heavenly Father feels the same way about us.
Deeeelighted that we raise our voices to him.