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.
Lesson Learned.
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?
16 comments:
Happy Sabbath. I hope it's a good one!
Oh how I can relate!! Thanks for sharing. hope it is a great day for you at Church!
Lovely story.
When I first read that time 9AM to 1 PM...i thought that is one LOOOONG church time...
Bwahahaha.
Hope you have a splendid time at church babe!
Hope it went well.
She'll love her bangs in a week or two. I always hate a new haircut.
I miss church at 9. I always think it's a bit more true at 9.
I believe that keeping your 6 year old from cutting off the bangs could totally be construed as sharing love by word and deed. May she never to have to know what you're really protecting her from:)
I loved this and it was so good to read this morning since I admittedly didn't go to Stake Conference :( boo me.
Bangs grow.
You are awesome T! :)
This is what I needed to hear this Sunday. This week I wasn't as patient as I needed to be, as kind as I ought to have been, as loving as my children deserve. Glad you spoke up... I needed you to.
This was great, after a nice SUnday church meeting afternoon.
we just switched to 9a.m. also. I'm lucky if I can just get the kids hair brushed in time!
Amen to the power of hymns!
I agree that music has power. I have learned a lot of good things from the music I have listened to. I appreciated you sharing what you learned.
Yeah, 9 am church has caused a lot of extra mental planning on Sat. night. I'm awesome at getting all my kids looking spiffy--but somehow never plan in the time for me to look just as spiffy. I'm such a martyr.
Way to actually pay attention to the words!
Yup, I have been slapped by music before too. It hurts so good.
The music really speaks to me, too.
There are a few that get me EVERY time.
((HUGS))
Why is it always anger that gets us moms? That's my struggle too, and I totally hear you.
Good post.
Glad you hid the scissors so it didn't turn out like my little boy's! Music is powerful and those moments are important and great to have and then remember and follow through--because we have been given much.
Today, I was setting up my daughter's email account~she was so excited and as I tried to concentrate, she talked non stop. Finally, I shouted, "SHUT UP!" And she left the room, only to send her very first email to her mother..."Mom, I love you sooooo much! And I am sorry that I was bothering you." Yeah, so that was more like a kick to an imaginary groin, than a slap across the face. I shall do and be better!!!!
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