One of my earliest memories of my dad is that of him constantly singing. It is no wonder then that I grew up constantly singing; not that I had an exceptional voice mind you, but I loved to sing. I remember riding home from school, around age 8 or 9, and singing to my hearts content. Music has always filled my life. In high school my best friend and I played guitar and sang together at the talent shows etc. At a local coffee shop in our city they held an open mike night and I remember singing at that~which if you would have heard me you would have giggled for I wasn't very good but I still loved it. When my girls were little, before we homeschooled, we would walk to school every morning singing "Psalty" or "Music Machine" or some other childrens hymn. When I drive I crank on the car radio or a cd and sing along. One of the things I most cherish about attending church is lifting my voice in worship. It is as equally important to me as the message, sometimes more so for this is how I connect with the Lord. Sometimes I will cry as I sing, not because I'm sad, but because of what a profound time it is for me. Once in church one of the leaders misunderstood my tears and came up after service to tell me he understood my pain-thinking I was crying over something else. I just smiled at him and thanked him for his reaching out to me. This last Sunday's service was so good, the message so timely but the music and worship was incredible. It had been about a month since I was in service, due to vacations and illness, so my soul was crying out to sing. May you be blessed this day in the little things that make you happiest!
Thought for today: Salvation, from whatever is drowning you, comes only from looking unto Jesus.
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