I am officially the worst blogger ever! I don't know how people find the time. Here it is December 14th and Christmas is just around the corner. I have finally finished all my shopping and now it is time to start making Hot Fudge sauce for my neighbors - yes you will get the same thing again this year! Let's just call it a tradition. I love Christmas. I love the twinkling lights, the fragrant aromas, the snow (mind you, I do not like the cold), and I especially love the music. Everywhere you go, you hear Christmas music, new versions of the same song, old versions of Christmas classics. I'm not picky - although I must admit, I'm not too fond of Christmas rap - those two words shouldn't even be in the same sentence! But my favorite Christmas songs are those sung by children. It doesn't matter what song it is, it doesn't even matter if they skip a few words here and there (even better!). They could sing off key, I don't care. Children's voices are beautiful. I have decided that I have the most wonderful calling in our church. I lead the music in Primary. Now, I'm not saying it's easy. I stress about it every Saturday. But listening to those angel voices every Sunday, fills my heart to near bursting. As they share their testimonies through music, my testimony is strengthened every single weak. This month we have been learning a new Christmas song called "Does He Remember". It's a beautiful song and the children love it. Last Sunday, as we were singing that song, one of the Sunbeams started wiping her eyes. Her teacher bent over and asked her if she was all right. She replied, "Yes, I'm okay. This song just always makes my eyes water." Now that's what I'm talking about. What greater calling could there be, than helping God's children feel and recognize the spirit and to watch it touch their lives. I am truly blessed.
Since music is such a big part of my life, I thought I would share. I only have 1 recorded Christmas song in my repertoire, so you may have heard this one already. I wrote this song from Mary's perspective. I can only imagine what joy she must have felt on that sacred night when she held the Christ child in her arms for the first time. As a mother, I have never felt closer to God, then in those precious moments following the birth of my own children, as I held them and kissed them, my joy was full.
Music coming......
