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By Karlene Jacobsen
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I watch the carolers, children on a mission. Their voices lift in sweet melody. My heart swells as my little angel on the front row smiles revealing the missing two front teeth. We lock eyes; her extra-large grey eyes shine with excitement.
Suddenly, I am hearing a different song, long ago.
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Joy to the world, the Lord is come. Let earth receive her King! (2)
We file in, two by two. Our instructions were clear…
“We’re going to surprise everyone! Make your voices big, just like we rehearsed.” Teacher says with a grin. We can hardly wait. This is the night of our big entrance; we know our dads and moms are waiting.
My stomach feels like thousands of butterflies have taken up residence, while my mouth feels like I have been sucking on cotton. Teacher leads the way down the center aisle of the church. She reaches the podium, turns to face us, and takes in a deep breath. She smiles big showing all her sparkling white teeth. She directs us to square our shoulders and continue our march until we have reached our designated positions on the platform.
My eyes scan the crowd. The sanctuary lights dim, making it difficult to find Mom and Dad. I am determined, though, and I spot them, just under the chandelier covered with stained glass, tossing soft red, orange, blue and gold hues on them.
My voice swells; I hope they can hear me.
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven and nature sing. (3)
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Hark! The herald, angels sing, glory to the newborn King… (4)
My little angel’s voice rises above the rest. Once again she captures my attention. I feel dampness on my face, reaching my hand up; I realize I have been weeping. My sweet angel's beauty glows brightly, tugging at the strings of my heart. Her angelic voice carries me on wings to yester-year; days when my own voice joyously rose in song to celebrate the birth of my Lord, Jesus.
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“Grandma, did you hear me?” My little angel awakes me from my reverie.
“I sure did, Angelica! You were magnificent!” I pull her into my embrace, and hold tight.
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(1)O Come, All Ye Faithful by John F. Wade
(2)Joy to the World by Gerald F. Handel
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(4)Hark! The Herald Angels Sing by Charles Wesley, Felix Mendelssohn
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I kept waiting for some conflict, either in the "present" or in the flashback...something to take it past the "granddaughter's concert" to the next level. Something to consider, if you ever expand this.
I long for a little Angelica of my own!
Norms