Monday, April 26, 2010
My grandma always had a song in her head. Everything that happened brought a song to her mind. She literally sang her way through life! Don't know if it is true or not, but I imagine that if she was upset at grandpa, she probably had the song, "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair" on a continual loop until they kissed and made up.
When I was a girl, I would mention something and she would begin to sing about it.
My grandma was such a joyful, delightful, incredible person. She had a beautiful, contagious smile, which she always displayed. I believe those songs in her heart empowered her to wear that smile from day to day.
I don't always have a song in my head ... but I always seem to have a story brewing in my heart. I am just not sure how to get it down on paper.
My grandma was not a great singer ... she never would have been selected for the Hollywood musicals that she loved so much ... but she was a singer all the same. She had a passion for it like no other.
I am not a great writer ... I will probably never write a book that will be listed on the New York City bestseller list ... but I am a writer all the same. I have a passion for it.
Our passions empower us ... they also affect others ... if only on a very tiny scale.
"Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds..." Deuteronomy 11:18a