I just got done making over a hundred cookies for Jenny’s birthday party tonight…her belated sweet sixteen, and sat down at the piano to plunk out my favorite song from the “Hymns Made Easy” songbook…How Great Thou Art. Now I’m no musician and I am definitely not a singer but when I am home all alone and no one is there to hear me I have been known to belt it out and in my own head it sounds pretty good to me. Over and over stumbling across the keys but singing with every strength of my soul. During that time I feel as though I am souring above with my feet only coming down to touch the clouds, the victor in a hard fought war presenting the spoils to my King.
Perhaps that is why they say that a song can be a prayer unto our Father. In those quiet moments when no one else is around I can express my “prayer” with all the energy that is within me without the fear or anxiety of being laughed at.
President Ludlow sang “Lord, My Redeemer” in our ward on Sunday and it was so sweet and so beautiful that I of course being a woman sobbed right through it. My brother Cullen was in Sacrament with us and leaned over and said, “Do you know what I think of when I hear that song? You singing it over and over in the house when we were kids. That was your favorite song.”
He was right and I had kind of forgotten it over the years. Of course I went right home and bought it off of iTunes and added it to my playlist. Pour Cullen having to listen to his big sister belting through the house over and over with her less than beautiful voice that beautiful song. But I guess even then my heart knew that its prayer would be heard and in God’s ears it was wonderful.
Well onto a shower and the rest of my day but my heart is still soaring and today my spirit can accomplish everything until the day that I truly do go home and I pray that I can lay it all at His feet and He will tell me well done. “How Great Thou Art.”