As I was leaving the chapel and going home from stake choir practice, I was in a minor state of depression. Why? Because, I am learning more and more that I am no longer a high soprano.
All through junior and sr. high school I sang alto. Then after I graduated, I took voice lessons and found that I could sing rather high. So I worked on that and changed from alto to soprano in choirs (mostly church) after that.
I have been in oh so many choirs, in stage productions, sang solos, in small groups. Did I mention many choirs?! Yes, I have been especially blessed in my life with a voice to sing.
No, sometimes it wasn’t so good. I suffer from stage fright and have destroyed some performances. Those are bad memories I would rather not bring up.
What is making it even more difficult is one of the songs is A Marvelous Work, which uses a portion of The Spirit of God, and it is bothering me that I can’t sing the song as well as I know I have in the past. One special time was when I was given a special calling to be in the dedication choir for the Oquirrh Mountain Temple dedication.
What a sacred experience that was. One I will never forget.
I need to remember the scripture that is the theme of this post:
Ecclesiastes 3:1-13
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die,; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
I know that there will even come a time when I may not be able to sing, and will only be able to sing songs in my heart. Writing this statement is very difficult and my heart aches at the thought and tears are flowing bitterly, to acknowledge it, because singing means SO much to me. But I know that God lives, and he is there in times of need. I pray I will have the faith to remember it when the time comes.
In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.
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