I don’t know about you but when the holy spirit hits me, it makes me want to belt out a song that praises him. Sometimes I have visions (and I have a lot of them) of being on stage with Lauren Daigle and we start harmonizing to “You Say” and we get a standing ovation before we even start. That song brings tears to my eyes every-single-time. I truly believe that when I get to heaven they will have a hard time directing me to the department that will serve our Man the best. I’m thinking they’ll assign me to the choir or the decorating department OR the department where wives can poke fun at their Cowboys. I would hate to be the one to make that decision because I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a toss up.
I am not a shower singer but I am a car singer. I’ll belt out the highest notes possible. I can assure you that if there is music, these feet are dancing. And, I sing with my hold body. Arms flailing, bee-bopping, feet moving whole body singing. Have I told you about the time that I was pulled over by a highway patrolman? No, not that time, or that time and not that time either. The time when the patrolman thought I was having a seizure but I really just singing. A seizure…pfft! That’s just good dancing, but that’s another story.
Cowboy tells me that I’m no singer. But he says that I do have other endearing qualities. Umm…okay. I wholeheartedly disagree with the no-singing statement.
But just for the sake of arguing, let’s ponder my endearing qualities for a moment…
Can I cook? Only seven things. So if you visit an eighth time, you’re gonna get a repeat.
Can I sew? Yes but do not pull the string hanging from the hem.
Can I drive and obey the speed limit? Have you met me?!
Can I be on time for a date with him? Umm…next question.
Yes, he’s right, I have soooo many endearing qualities 😊
Anyhoo, the other day we were in a place of worship and the pastor invites us to grab a Hymnal and sing along. Since I’m really good at singing I began to clear my voice and I was excitedly reaching for the book of holy songs when Cowboy blocks my hand from grabbing the book.
ME: What are you doing? This is my favorite part.
COWBOY: (Whispering to me) Not in public honey.
ME: (Whispering back) Ummm….that’s not very nice of you. And I’m good at singing.
COWBOY: No, you’re not good. But, you can keep practicing…at home.
So I did the only thing I could think of…I grabbed that book and started belting out Hymnal #512 (to myself) all the while sticking my tongue out at him.
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥
