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I can only sing in one key. That would be the key of off. Believe me. You do not want to be sitting in the pew in front of me at church. My husband got all the musical talent in our family. He has a nice baritone voice, plays guitar, and leads praise music for our Sunday services. I don’t mind at all, though. My talents lie elsewhere. I’m just trying to figure out where.
The bible instructs us not to hide our light under a bushel, but for me, maybe tossing a veil over it might be okay. On the other hand, my singing voice might not be a light at all. In that case, I’m in the clear.
I do love to sing. Really, who doesn’t? It’s all right to admit to me that you stand in front of your bathroom mirror belting out songs. I bet you even pretend your hairbrush is a microphone, don’t you? I promise I won’t tell a soul.
Perhaps you are blessed with a lovely singing voice. Beautiful melodies run through my head, but somewhere between my brain and my vocal chords is a serious misfire. Maybe when you sing, you don’t make your houseplants wilt like I do. One time I had a cake in the oven, and was singing at the top of my lungs. When I took the cake out, it had fallen. The center had a huge indentation that rivaled a Smokey Mountain holler. Okay, I got the picture.
The Lord instructs us to make a joyful noise unto Him. It doesn’t say you have to do it through singing, though. I am thinking about taking up making chain saw bears. Chain saws make noise. I just know I would love making them, so surely the buzz of the saws would count as a joyful noise. If I sing a few choruses of “Power in the Blood” while I fashion the bears, no one will hear me except God. Somehow I don’t think He’ll mind.
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