Today I made an afternoon home visit, in the rain, to sing to a 93 woman who is hospice care. She lives with her daughter, who lovingly provides additional care.
I played my guitar and sang some gospel hymns and some songs from the Hugworks catalog. I had fun. Both ladies laughed at all the right places.
What struck me was the comment this sweet 93 year old made after I had finished each song.
"Beautiful . . . "
I personally believe that I am a very competent singer, and an OK guitar player. But I wouldn't classify how I sing and play guitar as beautiful.
But this woman did!
Isn't that the nature of music when it is sung with a therapeutic intent? Isn't any song that brings a tear to our eye "beautiful?" Isn't any song that causes us to forget our pain "beautiful?" Isn't any song that takes the thought away that death is near "beautiful?"
Another instance when I went to sing for someone at their home . . . and I left blessed.
God's grace still amazes me . . . ><>
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