Sunday, November 16, 2008

Music

The day started with music. The ward choir held practice at my house. And the day pretty much ended with music. I went to stake choir practice. All the time in between was filled with music. There was a solo musical number in Sacrament Meeting, a primary song was played to introduce the Gospel Doctrine lesson, and a there was a duet in Relief Society. We sang in the van on the way to church. I sang by myself, with abandon of course, on the way to stake choir practice. I love music. I love to sing. I love the way a song can move me to tears for no particular reason. It's not just the words of a song that touch me. It's a feeling. I remember a particular time hearing a song that I'd never heard before and I was crying almost instantly. It touched the very core of my soul. It can be gospel, country, pop, instrumental it doesn't matter. I know my spirit is moved by music. Mark wanted me to sing at his funeral, and I just couldn't, but it makes me happy to know he can hear me sing all the time now. I'm so grateful for a voice to sing the music, ears to hear the music and a heart to feel the music.

1 comments:

Janie said...

I'm with you Marianne - I love music and find that it moves me more than almost anything - and not just music by U2! In fact, I can rarely sit through sacrament meeting sometimes because I start bawling if I actually sit and listen to the words.

There is a song by Mercy Me that is one of our Sunday favorites - it's called "Finally Home" and it always make me think of you and Mark. If you don't already have it I'll email it to you - it's awesome. p.s. I need your new address and home number if you get a chance!