it was beneath the big sky and at the foot of the rockies leading on into canada, that i first opened my wings with the ravens.
my voice came out. no one to hear but the cattle by the creek. i cried the first time i heard it. i wept the first time i felt it springing forth out of the depths of my belly.
i was addicted.
every day i went out into the field and at the top of my voice, i sang all the songs i knew to the cows.
from that time on, singing is what i did.
it was who i was and what i carried with me.through all the rest of my life -up until about 10 yrs. ago.
trials and sickness came.
they silenced me.
2 yrs. ago i told my youngest son, he may as well take my guitar home.
he wouldn't do it.
sunday, i sang. God put the fire in my belly once again.
my voice is scarred and husky, but the soul is there
and i will give praise to Him as long as i live.
OOOOHHHH,
ReplyDeleteI felt like singing after reading your fine notes!
Thank you, Lord, for guiding our gigi to the pasture + big sky!
Gigi, you are so poetic; this story simply justifies your grace.
Keep singing, sister.
The time has come to light your lamp!
“No one after lighting a lamp
covers it with a jar
or puts it under a bed,
but puts it on a stand,
so that those who enter may see the light.
LUKE 8:16
teri-
ReplyDeletethankyou so much my kindred spirit ♫♪♫♪
Sing beautiful bird!
ReplyDeleteI wish I was there to hear you sing! I think I might cry.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you dusted off the ole vocals and gave it another go.
When I was in Hawaii, there was this little old hawaiian grandma that always played her ukeleli in church. You are never to old to make music.