Y’all, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket. Not even if you put a lid on the bucket. When I sing, my children say, “Mama, just stop.” Yes, I’m that bad.
But I love to sing.
I love music. As a lover of words, music is amazing. I love a good love song. I love a song that says everything I feel. Most of all, I love a song that praises God.
During my fourth pregnancy, I found out that our baby had stopped growing. After leaving the doctor’s office, my husband and I needed to stop by a clothing store, but I stayed in the car. I sat in the car listening to our local Christian station. Song after song came on about God’s goodness, about His love, grace, and mercy. And with tears streaming down my face, I sang to him.
As a Christian, I can sing a new song. I don’t see the world the same as I once did. And God doesn’t care about me singing off key. He only cares that my song comes from my heart.