“The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17).
My church choir singing days ended early. Forever altered by the affects of my short-lived cheerleading experience, and my long-term aerobics instructor career, my limited range never recovered. Although no great loss to the audience, it was to me. Many Sunday mornings the dream of singing before my peers resurfaced. Admiring most in others what talent I myself lacked, I longed to join the vocalists. Several years later, one unsuspecting Sunday, my wish was granted revealing God’s great sense of humor.
Shortly after joining a new church I was invited to a Sunday school class for singles. The leader would open us up in song accompanied by his newly acquired guitar skills. None of the songs were familiar to me. I had grown up in a different denomination than the church I was now attending. My friends were tolerant of my missed cues and lovingly helped me along. If I messed up I simply laughed; keeping my volume relatively low. Somehow I’d managed to fool the leader. Thinking I was capable, he asked me to sing with him alongside my friends.
“Did he really pick me to sing in front of the class?” Years of untapped talent were about to burst forth, at least in my imagination! Excited, I jumped up from my seat feeling like a real crooner. Careful not to get too carried away, I kept my pitch lower than the others. Inside I was smiling brightly as we sang off key to a guitar played out of rhythm. Resisting the urge to bust out laughing, I wondered if God was rejoicing. Did we make His heart glow even though our skills needed perfecting? I sensed He was thrilled with the attempt because our cheerful hearts over compensated for our off-beat lyrics.
Thankful for that one chance, I did not expect to sing again in Sunday school. But God allowed my dream to continue week after week, much to my surprise. Months later I noticed my voice getting stronger, and my range improving. Although I still wasn’t gifted with a fabulous singing voice, it was exciting to feel less self-conscious. Who would have thought that I would be able to carry a tune after so much damage to my vocal cords? This was fun!
Sometime later the Lord impressed upon me that it wasn’t the sound of my singing that He delighted in, but the feeling behind the words I bellowed. That melody was sweet to His ears, and He challenged me to listen to His voice too. How precious to discover that Jesus delights over my fumbled attempts to sing His praises as He sings over me, His daughter. “The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17).
Your fellow sojourner,
Mary
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