I have loved music for as long as I can remember. It is quite possible I came out of the womb singing. And so many of life’s memoires are wrapped up in various songs. Music is incredibly woven into my life.
My kids are equally enamored with music. Lily can frequently be found singing or at the piano. If Hannah isn’t dancing, she is singing nonsensical words to some song (seriously cracks me up). And Silas bounces and claps to anything with a beat. It is fully my intention to raise my kids in a house full of music.
Last night I had the privilege of going to a wonderful woman’s ministry event at our church. Women sign up to host a table and decorate it beautifully for their guests. I happened to sign up to host for the first time. Hospitability isn’t exactly my forte. Decorating isn’t really either. Come to think of it I am not sure why I volunteered to do that. But I did and shared hosting duties with my mom. She brought a friend and I brought my mother in law. The other tickets at my table were purchased by a nurse, her Alzheimer’s patient and the patient’s two daughters.
The woman with Alzheimer’s arrived in a wheel chair. She had a bright smile on her face, but needed a lot of assistance. She needed help to remember how to hold her fork and eat. She wasn’t able to converse much. She didn’t seem very aware of her surroundings.
Everything changed when we started singing Christmas carols. Over all the women’s voices singing, my ears caught the sound of her voice. Loud and clear she sang every word to those songs. Tears sprung to my eyes as I listened. Here was a woman who wasn’t aware of much, but she still knew music. So during Silent Night, I just sat…..silent….and listened to her sing. And thought that is probably the most beautiful worship God heard that evening. It was the most beautiful for me.
This post is linked to Finer Things Friday at Amy’s Finer Things.