Music has always been an immense part of my life. I used to get scolded for singing at the table, singing too loud in the children’s choir, singing in the wee hours of the morning, singing during class. I was always the first to volunteer for a solo and anxious to sing a duet with Brother. I looked forward to Daddy asking us to sing when he preached at revivals.
When God placed Kerry Bates in my life I was tickled pink. There wasn’t a song Kerry couldn’t harmonize to. Her harmony is so natural, not learned.
When my new team, Fullness of One, started month four, a few of them said, “I’m not the best at singing.” The first time we did dishes together I broke out in tears. All I could think was, “Kerry and I always sang while doing dishes.”
So it’s been a few weeks now. Besides on the boat of the floating villages, we’ve not really sung together as a team yet. Although, I must admit I have heard bits and pieces of everyone’s voices while worshipping these last two Sundays.
Not really voicing this concern to my team, I’ve taken it to prayer on several accounts. “Daddy, I just want to sing with my team. I want someone to harmonize with me.”
Last night when Keturah was humming “How Great Thou Art”, God clearly spoke to me, “Stop looking for the harmony. Listen to the melody in their hearts.”
In a chorus the soprano, alto, tenor and bass bring dynamics to a song. However, true unity comes when every voice part can sing the melody in unison and sound like one person.
