Today’s post won’t be terribly long. But since these Monday posts are supposed to be about my personal musical history I thought I’d share this quick memory.
I was 12 years old and we were getting ready to visit my grandparents for the weekend. I’m not even sure how it exactly came about, but I was asked to sing special music for the Sunday morning service while I was there. I was more than a little nervous. I had played for the occasional Sunday service but this was different. It wasn’t going to be happening while others were singing. It would be just me.
I sang a song called “My Father’s Eyes” originally recorded by Amy Grant. I had loved the song for a while and jumped at the chance to perform it. But, yeah, I was nervous! I hadn’t had a single private voice lesson at that point so I was simply going with what came naturally. I can’t remember much of what anyone said to me after. It didn’t really matter. There was something about that moment that felt so very “right”. Music and faith have always been so intrinsically linked and that experience simply helped build on that.
I’ve sung in many venues and in front of crowds of various sizes. I’ve sung in churches, at conferences, at camps, in theatrical productions . . . but there’s something about that first one that will always be special.