I Sang

Today in the shower, I was not singing.  I was talking to the Lord about how grieved I am at the loss of my voice.  Essential tremor first robbed me of my singing voice, and it is now working on my speaking voice.  I am actually looking forward to dying, because when I get to heaven, I am going to be able to sing again.

I listed off for the Lord (as though He didn’t already know) all the places I have sung.

 

Church services (no idea how many different locations)

Funerals (from a big church balcony, to a cappella at a grave site and places in between)

Weddings (not sure of number, but in at least 3 states)

Band stands

Dinner meetings

Street corners (almost got arrested)

Prisons

Nursing homes

Mental hospital

Chicago Public Television

World Flower & Garden Show at McCormick Place

Nursing school graduation

Walking home from college

Rocking my babies

Silly songs for kids and grandkids

Working around the house—cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, folding laundry, painting

Driving in the car

Campfires

Christmas caroling every chance I could get

 

Besides solos, I sang in duets, trios, quartets, ensembles, little choirs and big choirs.

I sang a cappella, or accompanied by taped music, piano, organ, guitar or violin.

When I sang, I felt as though there was a direct connection between my heart and my voice.  My sincerest and deepest feelings could come flying out of my mouth.  I want to be able to praise God in that way again.  Now I stand in church during congregational singing trying my best to produce the sound I can hear in my mind.  Once in a rare while a couple of the old notes will come out.  Mostly I quaver and croak…and sometimes, I cry.