I love music - I love singing...
I might even go so far as to say I miss the "good old days" of High School Choir... except the "High School" part. Okay, maybe I miss College Choir :)
Music Speaks to me... and when I'm sitting in church listening to the hymns, it really speaks to my soul - reminds me of the important things in life.
Last Sunday had been a hard morning. Our meeting time at church changed from 1:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m. - which actually is a GOOD thing overall... but the first week, well, that's a little hard on the kiddoes.
Especially the little girl kiddo who just got a haircut and wanted bangs. "Wanted" being the key word...
By Sunday morning - she wanted me to cut OFF her bangs. I guess at 6 years old you don't realize the repercussions of this act... which is why I took the precaution of hiding ALL scissors in our home.
Luckily the stress of the morning passed - dresses were donned - ties were straightened - and hair... well, hair continues to be a major player in my story.
Off to church we go - to find peace, to praise, and to hear what I need to hear.
This particular day - I needed to hear what a piece of music would say to me...
The first two verses to Because I have Been Given Much were fairly quiet... I mean... yeah yeah - I'm blessed and I should give to the poor, and all that... seems fitting for the Holiday Season we're still celebrating. The 3rd verse... well, it decided to shout at me...
Because I have been blessed by thy great love, dear Lord,
oh shoot... I wasn't very loving this morning.
I'll share thy love again, according to thy word.
as I look down at the dear six year old snuggled under my arm... and will her to forget all my frustrated moments this morning.
I shall give love to those in need; I'll show that love by word and deed:
okay, okay - I get it - I have a serious anger management issue and doing this hair brings out the "Mommy Dearest" in me... (oh, not that bad - I promise!)
Thus shall my thanks be thanks indeed.
By this point tears are welling - I can barely sing the words... If I'm meant to live the gospel and share my testimony (I am) then this is where I need to begin. These are the little hands (and hair) that I'm supposed to show the best example to...
Yep, Music speaks to me...
Sometimes it's comforting.
Sometimes it's thrilling.
and Sometimes... sometimes it slaps me across the face for good measure.
Of course, it's currently 7:30 a.m. - time to get ready for church... perhaps I should turn on my CD of church music and hope for the best?