I forget that singing in its purest form is an expression of absolute joy.
like when we simultaneously broke down into praise to the man, choking on tears of gratitude at the door of cartage jail.
or when we all stood in a circle with our arms around each other at elevation, singing a marathon of hymns (Jesus wants me for a sunbeam totally included).
it's lovely to see the soul so full and happy that it leaves its confines through the sound of song.
I just think that's a beautiful thought. don't you?
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ReplyDeleteOops. :P Totally just deleted the comment I posted. haha!
ReplyDeleteJulia, you're the best. This post brings back a whole flood of memories. Dang, I miss you and all my lovely friends. <3
I think you're right. When singing is an expression of joy, nobody cares who's hitting the right notes or not. There's just that feeling of connectedness--authenticity if you will, and it's beautiful. :D