I mentioned in a previous post that I had been invited to sing at our friend Kirks' church for Sunday service. Needless to say, I was a nervous nelly. Under normal past circumstances, I was one of a few different voices. I am, by nature and practice, an alto/soprano mix that can pic a melody out of anything. I am the uber-backup singer lol. This time, I was *all alone*. Come to find out during rehearsal, Kirk played bass, Gerry, an *awesome* guitarist played, well, the guitar, and then there was me, playing the vocal cords. At first I was rather put off by it and more than a tad afraid to be putting my voice out there for all to hear. I said a prayer (for real lol), and let 'er rip. The results.....
I sounded pretty darn good (oh, please tell me that doesn't sound conceited, because I don't want it to!)
We sang "Beautiful One", "Your Grace Is Enough For Me", "Enough", and "Amazing Grace". Yeah, you see a pattern in the line up, but that was not us planned, it was God planned in a big way. After practicing the first one, Kirk and Gerry just looked at me. I figured that this was where they say "thanks, but no thanks"...but instead they said, "Wow" and "You have such a strong voice", amongst other sweet compliments. All I could say was thank you and try not to blush too much harder.
Kirk and Gerry did something that has never been done for me before: they gave me the freedom to fly. It felt so good to just sing, to feel the music, to praise God with the ability that He graced me and blessed me with. I didn't realize just how much I missed singing. It's a desire, an addiction, and it feels good to feed it.
On top of that, it was a gorgeous day with sunshine and singing birds. We even went to the A & W afterwards and sat out by the creek to eat lunch. A perfect ending to a perfect day.
Now it is time to enter a new week of chaos and calamity. Already for this week: Don's car broke down, we have two girls with soccer practice tonight, an oven that is on week two of not working, a house that looks like a tornado tore through...you get the idea. In all that chaos, there is growth, and fun, and learning, and more than one headache, but it's all good. It's easier to embrace and work with the chaos than to hate and work against it. Yes, these words from me...another sign that there is a God...or a need for meds...
Until next time,