Opening Night

Saturday was opening night for our annual dinner show. Gregg, Jerry, Uncle Dave, and Karen came to cheer me on. We have some enormous talent in our choir and I'm blessed to be surrounded by them.

My mother had a sweet angelic voice; I'd like to think that I inherited that from her. This music gene was quite prevalent in her family and it's a joy to sit in church with my aunts and just listen. I have always enjoyed singing along to the radio in the car or doing dishes -- one of the many things I drove the girls crazy with. I know that they probably won't admit it but I've heard them each sing and they too have that Miller gene -- they just haven't tapped into it yet.

There is a song that's popping into my head -- can music save your moral soul . . . American Pie?

I look forward to my Thursday night choir rehearsals and am able to forget about all the stupid little things I fret about during the week -- did I remember to post that journal entry? How am I going to make that program work? Where am I going to find time to do all I need to do? In choir I just sit back and listen God's glory in all the voices. It gives me a tingling feeling when the pages of my music begin to vibrate from the tones.

Yes, music can save your moral soul and calm the salvage beast in each of us.