Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth, burst into jubilant song with music;
I grew up singing. Me and my four sisters. We had our singing leader…my sister. She loved to organize us and get us harmonizing, to get us all singing together, each with her own part, together. We had a ball. We sang in the car, in our rooms, in the kitchen, on Cape Cod.
And we sang at weddings, at a few funerals, even had a few concerts, cut a couple of CDs.
Song is a way of expressing, of loving, of telling, of sharing. I love song. I love worship and I loved singing to my little ones. Tons and tons of evenings and naptimes filled with songs. Songs have carried me through the tough times. And they’ve helped me celebrate the best of times. Song has spoken deep into my heart. As though someone can see and hear my beat, the beat of my deepest parts and heart.
Song is now something I hear from my daughters.
Each one of them blessed with the ability to make a sound to make a joyful noise, to sing!
Oh what joy. To be able to hear the gift repeated. To share the gift with my daughters. To share this legacy of love and expression and joy and emotion. I still hear my daughter in my living room. And twice a week I hear her a cappella group making songs in my home.
Those songs will be quieted as she leaves for college.
I just can’t get away from this right now. She’s leaving. This house will be so much quieter. I will carry her like a song my heart always. I will carry all my daughters in my heart always. They are my love song…so is my husband.
Song is a gift from God.
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