A BIT FROM THE PAST. I was about ten. Mon was ironing. I took the songbook in to her and asked her to listen to the songs that I knew in that book. I was so proud; I really knew a lot of them. She made no response that I remember but the incident etched a negative memory in me. I guess my singing wasn’t so hot! Of course, it could have been pretty good; most any mother would lose enthusiasm at a child wanting to sing ALL the songs in the book to her.
Carl came to spend some time with us the other day. Brought his guitar and sang some songs. Mostly old favorites with Sammy and I joining in. Or Sammy at least joined in; I found again that there is not much ability to sing left in me. That is, ability to sing out loud. The Lord knows I sure do want to.
I remember when my mom pretty much quit singing. I mostly was aggravated at her. Family sing-a-longs without mother singing was not my cup’a tea. I still remember her sitting on the end of the sofa – but not singing. Most of her life she sang soprano; but later she switched to alto quite a bit. Well now, Mom, I know why!
But there are still songs in the heart. And I find that I hum more now when I am alone. Songs still come in the night and I still awake with songs playing in my head – often songs I haven’t heard for years. For a few nights, I’ve been blessed by “The Nail Scarred Hand” (1924 by B. B. McKinney)
Psalm 42:8 Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.