I love music. Always have. Whether classical, country, gospel, or rock, if it has a beat, soothes me, brings me joy or moves me to tears, I’ll play it again and again. Probably one of the reasons music permeates my books.
I knew I’d never be a rock star. But, growing up in a small church, my family often provided special music. No church function would be complete without my parents’ rendition of “Whispering Hope.”
I performed on occasion. Why not? I was in the minority of attendees that could carry a tune. Since my vocal range defied normal sheet music, my father, who played by ear, accompanied me on the guitar.
The Wood household rang with melody while Mother and I did the dishes, our relationship never as close as when we harmonized together.
I loved hearing my grandmother play the piano. Whenever anyone praised her abilities she humbly said, “I can read music, but I don’t let that interfere with my playing.” When Alzheimer’s ravaged her memory, she still managed to bang out the old songs for her fellow nursing home residents.
Every family gathering brought concerts that to a young child rivaled a Gathers Homecoming telecast. The time spent around the piano burned memories as sweet as Mother’s meringue pie.
To me music is equally important in a worship service as the sermon, perhaps why I still sing in the choir. At the age of seven at a camp meeting, I gave my heart to God, a response to the heartfelt singing I experienced.
Nearing my seventh decade, I know my time on this earth is shorter than the years I’ve already lived. When asked what I’d like sung at my funeral, without hesitation I say, I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy.
I miss those days when music bulged from my childhood home. Someday, I’ll join another great throng in eternal song as we lift our voices and sing, Holy, Holy, Holy.
Award-winning author LINDA WOOD RONDEAU writes blended contemporary fiction that demonstrates, once surrendered to God, our worst past often becomes our best future. Retired from her long career in human services, she enjoys being able to play golf year around. Readers may visit her web site at www.lindarondeau.com. Check out her most recent release, Fiddler’s Fling, from Elk Lake Publishing.