I forgot how much I love singing in a choir

Since college and kids I haven't done very much singing. Many of my favorite memories are tied to music. I still have the music to "Set me as a Seal" from my 10th grade year in high school. I remember our choir teacher, Ms. Keefer, passionately telling us to think about the words as we sang. At state, our tiny little choir rocked that song!



At some point in high school I sang in a women's choir. We did "A Prairie Woman Sings" by Eugene Butler- it was beautiful. In college I just took choir as one of my classes. It was wonderful to sing with such a huge group. For Christmas we sang a song called "Little Babe." I've lost it along the way and need to find it- it's beautiful. Several years ago my family sang my mom's arrangement of "When Joseph Went to Bethlehem." Curtis and I have pulled that out many times and sung it together. What a great song.



I haven't sung in the choir at church much because it's just another thing to do. But I decided to try it out a few months ago. It's not without it's frustrations, but I didn't realize how much I had missed singing! I mean, I sing ALL the time. I'm one of those minivan moms that you laugh at while driving because I am totally rockin out in my car. I sing in the shower, I sing with my kids, I sing while I'm cleaning... (you pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?) But there is something really special about singing with a small group of people who also love to sing.



For Easter this year we sang "My Shepherd Will Supply My Need." I had heard this song before but it wasn't until I was singing it with the choir that I really listened to the words and melody. I LOVE this song. You can hear it here- I like this video because the lyrics are printed as it plays. But I will post them here just for fun. I love music. I think it is one of God's greatest gifts to us and it softens my heart like nothing else. (PS: The last line is my favorite)

My Shepherd will supply my need

Jehovah is His Name;

In pastures fresh

He makes me feed,

Beside the living stream.

He brings my wandering spirit back

When I forsake His ways,

And leads me, for His mercy's sake,

In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;

A word of Thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.

Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,

Doth still my table spread;

My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days;

O may Thy house be my abode,

And all my work be praise!

There would I find a settled rest,

While others go and come;

No more a stranger, nor a guest,

But like a child at home.