On listening for the grace notes
It was another first for me last Sunday. My future daughter-in-law Megan, sang in worship I was leading at our church. The idea was voiced when we were talking about favourite Christmas songs. Mine is 'Breath of Heaven', Megan said she used to sing it. I said she could sing it for me in a service. A couple of texts went back and forth; and come Sunday there she was, Imagined as Mary With her questions, Her pleas Her complete sense of God's hand on her life. She started as I imagined Mary would have, and then as the music continued she flew. Her voice strong, pure, with her own stamp on the music. With a 'modern twist' as some people commented. Now I'm not a composer. But I do write, and have occasionally been edited poorly and the meaning of my words was lost. I understand how frustrating it must be when people make changes to your baby. However when Megan sang, her little flourishes brought the music to life. She sang Breath of He