I grew up in a home where music and singing were encouraged.  Some of my favorite family home evenings were nights when we opened the hymn book and just sang, song after song as they were requested.  I love to sing and though I don’t mean to, singing quietly does not come naturally to me.  Perhaps that is one reason that in a December sacrament meeting all my children, who were then quite young, came in with great enthusiasm to sing “Angels we have heard on High”.  Their voices echoed through the chapel as they sang with all their hearts.   At a time when fatigue was a common companion for me, tears came streaming down my face as I heard their testimonies of our Savior in the music they were singing and it  filled even the weary corners of my heart.  As the song ended, my son asked, “Mom, why is everyone smiling?”  “Because your singing makes them happy,” I responded. 

 

It was not a planned performance, the voices were not trained but the testimony and the joy were real and that testimony and joy radiated to all who heard it.  Our voices may not be trained, our words may not be eloquent but as we give our efforts to sing our own song of the redeeming love we feel from Jesus Christ, His love can radiate to those around us and expand to the corners of our own hearts that are too heavy to feel like singing right now.  

 

I am grateful for the heavenly choirs, seen and unseen, who “sing the matchless love, Of Him who left His home above….Let heav’n and earth His love proclaim.” (Hymns, no 177)