I once loved to sing. I sang in school choirs as I was growing up. I credit my high school chorus teacher for instilling a passion in me for singing. He made choir performances fun and very entertaining. He selected songs for us to sing from various show tunes such as Oliver, My Fair Lady and South Pacific. He stretched our voices and tested our ranges. He encouraged me to audition for a soprano part in a small ensemble. My audition music was O What A Beautiful Morning from Oklahoma. I was pleased to learn that I had been selected to be a part of the group and we went on to perform in musical programs for the school and at various community events.
Through the years, I became a part of music groups in churches. I helped lead worship on some praise teams, sang in church choirs and even did some solo performances. Then there was a long time when I pulled back. Either I felt like I was getting older and did not want to be on stage anymore, the music had become too contemporary and unfamiliar to me or I became involved in other areas of service. I still enjoyed accompanying my daughter when she played the guitar for family get-togethers or in more private settings when we worshipped together at our home.
Since my daddy was a classical cellist, music has always been a big part of my life and stirs my soul. It has never left me, it just has become more subdued and pushed deeper inside of me.
Recently, in church I was asked if I would like to join the praise team again. At first I was hesitant. The members of the group are talented musicians. At first, I felt inadequate since I had not been involved musically in a while. I decided to step out in faith to offer up my voice once again in worship.
It has been a season of growth for me. I am learning new songs and harmonies. The experience has been very rewarding. I have learned that one is never too old to learn something new if we will just be humble, make ourselves available and have a teachable spirit.