always in her heart

. . and at the ready, was a song. When mom and dad fought or went to their bedroom and closed a door and she was uncertain about life...when she felt very alone from not having friends nearby and being sent out to play ... when she didn't understand about boys and relationships as a teenager... a song was always present. A close friend...maybe not always consoling, but always there. She always knew that she "could sing." No one spoke of talent or gift or capability..not that kind of knowing..but she didn't fear singing. So many children don't have the opportunity to sing; perhaps songs have not been a part of their lives, perhaps church didn't include lots of singing, if there was church, perhaps family didn't sing as dishes were done or trips were taken to the store. It's not everybody's story, but I'm glad it's mine. I'm grateful that God gave me a song, a bunch of them, to sing, even when it's not audible. It is indeed what is in the heart that matters. It heals or kills. May I ever keep a song at the ready.