It’s 6:30 am on a Sunday and the only reason I’m up is because the the choir is singing today at church and I’m in the choir. I’m not complaining about being up (No, I don’t enjoy waking up this early on a Sunday) but it is what it is. We are to be at church approx. an hour before the first service for extra practice time. I don’t even mind the practice as it gives us a chance to say hello/good morning and just be together, in between songs we’ll laugh and joke a bit. It’s really nice and kind of makes up for the fact that we’re all there so early :). I’ve mentioned before how much I enjoy being in the choir. Everyone is really nice and genuine. There is no phony-ness although I see no reason for that to even exist anyway within our choir. What I love the most is the fellowship. I’m probably repeating myself from a previous post but I can’t help it. To know when you really need prayers that this group of awesome people will pray for you is an incredible feeling.
The only thing I would change right now is the weather. It’s colder at 7:45 am than 10:15 am which is the time I usually go to church when the choir is not singing. I have to laugh because when I first joined the choir and I was told what time we had to be there on the Sundays that we sing, someone should have told me what my face looked like. I say this because inside my head I was like, “Nooooo!! Oh No…please tell me you’re joking”. It’s funny though because you do get used to it and to be honest after a while it’s really ok, you just have to get over the initial jolt. I’m not a morning person but as I get older I find mornings can be pretty cool; just don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee.
Oh and the other really cool part about being in the choir is that we get to sing for all 3 services. I love that as each service has it’s own personality. When you’re up there you realize this and it makes it all the more special for some reason. One or two services are more vocal than others, one can be on the “quiet” side, one can start out quiet than really get into the singing. It’s really sweet to be a part of every service in that way.
What totally surprised me is that people really do notice you up there. You might think you’re inconspicuous or hidden behind the microphone or another person but …nope! You are out there and people see *you*. At first I thought that might freak me out a bit, but it didn’t and still doesn’t. Story of God’s sense of humor: The first Sunday I was singing with the choir I was determined to not be in the first row. I was very nervous. I somehow managed to situate myself in the second row and I was feeling good about that for my first Sunday. Then the choir director asked someone to move to the first row to even us out. I felt my hand go up and then I heard myself say, “I’ll go”. What?? Who said that?? I ended up in the first row and you know what it was fine, totally fine. I was not nervous and I really felt like I was singing in front of my family. I was. I was in front of my church family. God would never let me make him look bad.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 