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.”
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