How Sweet The Sound!

Posted by on Oct 26, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 4 comments

How Sweet The Sound!

It is a well-known fact that I am a hummer. (Not to be confused with a humdinger or the vehicle by that name, please.) The truth is I am almost always humming something. It is a humming habit. I don’t know where it came from; it has been a part of ME as long as I remember.


In addition to humming, I also am known for the ability to think of a song lyric for every situation. For instance, if I am having a difficult day, I might burst into song with “Smile, though your heart is breaking, smile, even if your faking. “ Yes, sometimes I change the lyrics.

retreat at Boone

As I woke up this morning I thought of my trip to this beautiful mountain home in Boone where I am enjoying a writer’s retreat with friends. It was Saturday night. I had already been to Newberry, SC with my husband for Oktoberfest, then back home where I gathered up my things and jumped back in the car.


By the time I arrived in the Boone area it was dark. Pitch dark. My GPS failed me, not even recognizing the name of the road. But, I was confident. After all, we lived near here for a year and I drove this road back and forth to work many times. All I had to do was find the intersection.


Well, let’s just say that after several tries I was inordinately relieved to find an email from one of my friends with a phone number to call if I needed anything. So, I phoned a friend.


Deanna talked me in and when I couldn’t find the keypad to get into the gated community (we decided they made it impossible to find in the dark so those who don’t belong can’t get in—that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) Glenda drove down and let me through the gate. We laughed about “how many writers does it take to get into a gated community”?


But, this morning as I remembered this episode, a single line from a song drifted through my head. “I’ll be on your side forever more. . . That’s what friends are for. “ I smiled.

choir at faith

Then, I thought of yesterday at our church in the mountains. When the choir sang an arrangement of “All The Way My Savior Leads Me,” I sat with my eyes shut and let the words wash over me. This is one of my favorite hymns and one particular line has comforted us more than once.


“For I know what e’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.”


I thought of my Daddy. Since June he has suffered two strokes. He is still alert, oriented, moves all of his extremities well, able to care for himself, but weak. And, he can’t talk. Oh, he gets a few words out. Sometimes an entire sentence pops out. But it is hard work. And frustrating. But, one of his first days in therapy they discovered something.


Daddy can sing.


Apparently, the areas of the brain that control speech and singing are not in the same place. The therapist asked him to sing Amazing Grace. He sang every word. She asked him to sing Jesus Loves Me. Every word. You Are My Sunshine. Once again, he nailed it. Then, he was able to count by singing the numbers up the scale.


Isn’t that cool?  I told Daddy—who loves music but says he can’t carry a tune in a bucket—that he just needed to become like me. . . a song lyric for every situation!


So, I’ll continue to sing my way through life. I can’t help myself. But now, when I hear my Daddy sing I’ll thank the Lord that talking and singing are controlled by different parts of the brain.


This brings another song to mind; only I have to change it a bit. “I once was lost, but now am found, was mute, but now, I sing.”


Amazing Grace.


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  1. Judy Taylor


    Isn’t God good? What a wonderful blessing that God has allowed your Dad to communicate by singing.

    I love that you change the words to songs as that is something I do also especially as a stress relief.
    Your humor is delightful. Can’t wait to see what you share in your next blog.

  2. Deanna Klingel

    God thought of everything!