I went to church this morning for the first time since Dad died. It took an email from a friend to get me there, an email saying "Go to church. It's time." I'm glad I went. It was good to be among the people, it was good to hear a challenging sermon... and it was good to sing. I sing at home all the time, I sing in the car, but I really let loose at church.
Which brings us to the third item in this post's title. There's a man at church who brings his little dog to church. It's a miniature Doberman that sits on a cushion on the pew throughout the service, and never makes a sound. Not even when a soprano is singing at the top of her lungs two rows behind him. However, he did turn around and stare at me several times. Yes, I mean the dog. I'm used to children turning and staring at me when I'm singing in church. I'd never had a dog look at me as if to say, "What on earth are you doing, and why are you doing it so loudly?" To give the dog credit, though, it didn't make a sound. Most dogs would have joined me, or would have tried to drown me out. This one just stared. I tried smiling at the dog as I continued to sing. It didn't help. Doesn't usually work with children, either, they just keep staring.
It's not that I have a horrible voice. Although I shouldn't say so myself, I've been blessed with a good singing voice. I guess it's just not the sort of singing voice that children -- and dogs -- expect to hear. I do wish I had a picture of that dog's expression. It was priceless.
Anyway, Happy Easter!
Want me to sing?
maybe the dog *liked* your singing, y'know?
ReplyDeleteglad to hear that you were able to go to church and that it was good. : )
hugs + bun nosebumps,
e.
LOL, e! The look the dog was giving wasn't exactly a "I really like that sound, do it some more, please!" kind of a look!
ReplyDeleteGood to see you! I wondered who "spinning in air" was, and then I saw how you'd signed. *hugs* back to you and nosebumps back to Her N-ness.