I was in church yesterday. After the opening procession the congregation began to sing. I heard what I thought was the typical child screaming above the hesitant voices. But as I tried to tune into where the voice was coming from. And then it came to me. It was not a child screaming. It was a child singing. Now, bless his soul. He could not carry a tune. But the lung capacity on that child. His voice echoed like the heavenly choir. I turned to my Mum filled with happiness and smiled. She said, “That is what you call singing out to the Lord.”
Now that child could not sing, but the happiness that his efforts brought to all those gathered, was spectacular. And with the sun shining in the windows, and the warmth that that child’s voice generated... what a great way to start a day.

Inspiring me to think about why I want to be a child again.

I want to go back to being a child again.
When I can tell people that their cooking doesn’t really taste good.
When I can tell people that I just don’t like them.
When I can jump without hesitation into a freezing lake.
When I can leap with no regard for others into a puddle.
When I can sing out loud with out uncertainty, even though I can’t carry a tune.
When I can find the smallest thing to laugh about, regardless if it makes sense or not.

Thought to be continued.

K