It seems like a very long time ago that a little child raced through my house shouting rhyming words. Many of her and later her sister’s books were in rhyme and their daddy read in many voices for each character of the books. Mama would often say, “Use your inside voice please”. This would be followed by a groan from a small child.
But then one day, daddy began to tell the little girls about how you could put rhyming words to music and sing them in a voice that even mom would like. So began singing aloud, loud and soft. Little ditties at first and then harder ones.
At age three, a lady started a choir for the oldest girl to join with friends from the church. She brought the music home and practiced every day. Songs began to follow the family everywhere. Moving to a new home stopped the choir but brought piano lessons and more music sounded in the small house.
Another move brought the little girl home to say, “There is a church very near here that has a children’s choir”. And so, every Wednesday, away she would go on her bike to sing in this new choir and her family followed her to Eastridge Presbyterian Church. Both daughters sang and sang and the family sang and music followed us wherever we went.
So worshipping as a child this summer also means singing new and old songs. All the Sunday School songs were not new but old favorites and the hymns are lovely memories of younger days.
The song that the three-year-old sang in choir is imprinted
on her mother’s brain. It is as follows:
I don’t want to wait until I grow up to be what Jesus wants
me to be.
I can read the Bible and pray, do a loving kindness today.
I don’t want to wait until I grow up to be what Jesus wants me to be.
Prayer: Lord Be with Us in Song and Joy Each Day of Our Lives. Amen
Carolyn Olsen
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