These are the musings and news and remembrances of Kathleen Roberts. Hopefully, this will spark memories as well as journal current happenings
Monday, June 29, 2015
A song came on the radio tonight, well it was actually a CD that Minon had given Gale for Fathers Day and it took me back to a time when our children were all little and Gale and I and Mellonee sang " A Childs Prayer" in Sacrament meeting. Now, I don't sing. Not to say I don't sing, but I am not a singer. The desire is there but that is where it all stops. So, when I'm home alone I sing my heart out and there is no one there to grimace. I wish I could sing, I feel the music and love the rhythm but what comes out is less than satisfactory. Anyway back in the day I thought that I might possibly be able to sing just a little and we did sing in church. That song still makes me feel the way I did then making an offering before the Lord in Sacrament meeting. And I don't think it was too bad. But time has made my meager voice less and less melodic so that time is special because as I stood before the congregation I was an angel singing for the Lord. Whenever I go to the "Forgotten Carols" I totally identify with the little angel who wanted so much to be in the Heavenly Choir that ushered in the Savior but wasn't choosen. I feel his pain. But I still love and appreciate music because nothing can bring back a flood of memories like a song. Sometimes I'm 16 at the beach. Sometimes I'm at a dance. Sometimes I'm walking on the campus of BYU holding hands with the man I love. Music is emotion and it stirs the soul. I'm grateful I have ears to hear GOOD music.
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