I remember after Momma died wondering how long it would
be before I felt like laughing or singing again. I felt the same way two weeks
ago when Daddy died. That may seem a strange thought, but both singing and
laughing were huge parts of my relationships with my parents. I remember hearing Momma’s beautiful soprano filling
the house with music when I would come in from school in the afternoons. And I always loved hearing Daddy’s rich bass
singing in church every Sunday.
In His infinite goodness, God gave me some things to
laugh about fairly quickly after He called Daddy home and much to my surprise,
I felt like singing almost immediately.
Of course it is easier to do both knowing my parents are safe and whole
with the Lord. But today as we sang the
old hymn “Fairest Lord Jesus,” the line “who makes the woeful heart to sing”
leapt off the page at me. I realized what a gift God has given me to be able to
sing so soon after Daddy’s death. Because
of His great love and mercy to us, we can sing His praises even when our hearts
are broken. And for me, singing brings great healing.
Like the psalmist, I declare: “I will sing the LORD's praise, for he has
been good to me.” (Psalm 13:6)
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