“Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing. It finds an echo in my soul, How can I keep from singing?” I’ve had this song in my head all month long as our ward choir has been preparing to sing it in church. It’s helped me keep my calm; It’s helped me have peace… It’s been a rough couple of weeks, but I don’t feel that it’s been rough. I’ve just kept on singing. Max came down with a bad case of something last Monday. It’s been two weeks. I’m still not seeing an end in sight. I feel horrible. I wish I could help him feel better. I wish I could tell him to have patience and that he will get better; he will feel better again. I wish I could heal him, but I can’t. But I CAN keep singing. And that I have done. It calms me down, it calms Max down. It’s the only way I can communicate to my little sick one year old, that he is going to be fine. He will get better.
The power of music has been something that has driven my life. It helps me feel happy; it helps me feel the spirit; it helps me relax; it helps me get pumped up and motivated; it helps me run faster; it helps me dance around the kitchen; it helps me feel in love. I feel so lucky to have been blessed with musical talents, and for having so many opportunities to share those talents with others: teaching piano lessons, singing to my nursery kids, accompanying the choir in church, and playing the violin in an orchestra. I got a call a few weeks ago asking if I would join the Oquirrh Mountain symphony for their upcoming performance since they were short violins. I only had one and a half weeks to prepare. I didn’t sound great, I’m sure, but I had so much fun being part of something so grand. There were featured soloists at this performance, most of which were high school and younger, and they were incredible. I have never heard the violin sound so sweet, and it boggles my mind how people can move their fingers so quickly along the piano keys. I love music. I’m so grateful that it is such a huge part of my life and who I am. And I’m grateful to my sweet mother who put up with hours and hours of tempers to help bring this beautiful blessing to my life.
2 comments:
This made me think of "just keeping singing...just keep singing" from Finding Nemo:) I'm sorry that Max has been sick and that the last few weeks have been hard. Can I do anything to help? It makes me so sad that I can't see you on Sundays as much anymore:(
Thank you for this post Ash! It was something I needed to be reminded of, and you said it beautifully!! Max will thank you for that gift someday too.
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