Singing

When I was little, I longed to be a famous singer.

Sandi Patty, to be exact.

I'd stand in my room with the curling iron in my hand, dragging the cord through my other hand like I saw the soloists at church do, singing from Sandi's Hymns Just for You tape. I learned her part. I learned all the background vocal parts. I sang, sang, sang.

I used to sing solos in church, even. (Little known fact about Bekah.) Last one I ever sang was My Father's Eyes by Amy Grant. It was during that solo that I realized for the first time exactly what I was doing, and it completely petrified me. Hence the last solo.

Now I'm a shower/car only singer. I love music with all my heart and dearly love to make a joyful noise. I fire up the computer every morning, hit YouTube for some great songs, and sing while I straighten my hair. I play music in the car...at work...during my workouts at home...you get the idea.

I get goose bumps during good anthems. I've been known to clap with joy while driving, which I'm sure is only a step above texting behind the wheel, but it's true. It happens.

Anyway, last night while I was working on my little workbook assignment (that you'll probably continue to hear about for weeks on end...sorry...but not really), I was directed to Zephaniah 3:17. Zephaniah. A highly under-studied book, I'd say. It says "The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing."

I've read the verse before, although granted, not recently. But I just loved that. This God who took time to knit me with far more good qualities than I recognize without prompting is delighting in me, even this very minute. And He's rejoicing over my drama-filled life...with singing.

I don't remember if I've blogged about this next part before, but I'm multi-tasking and can't research at the moment, so if it's a repeat, I'm sorry. When I was at the Extraordinary Women Conference, one of the worship team girls sang a solo. The song was written and originally recorded by Kari Jobe. If you search her on YouTube, you can hear her music and some of her testimony, which definitely displays her deep love for the Lord.

This particular song is called You Are For Me, and the first part says:


So patient, so gracious, so merciful and true
So wonderful in all You do
You fill me, You see me
You know my every move
You love for me to sing to You

I remember sitting in that arena...thinking of the fabulous girl who sang that day..."Well of course He loves for YOU to sing to Him. You rock!"

But I'm learning that He delights as much in my somewhat off-pitch car singing as He does in her totally spot-on singing in front of 3500 women. Because just as He rejoices over me with singing, He really does love for me to sing to Him.

Really.