Follow on

Categories

Recent Comments

  • A Positive Step (4)
    • Robin Easley Pichelmayer: Malcolm, I’m not sure if you remember me or not, but my parents are Gene and Sherry...
    • Eleanor: I never met you while a student at Clemson but I could see that you were not one of the...
  • I Remember (9)
    • Diane Moore Selman: Malcolm, I remember your mom and my mom teaching Sunday night Training Union for years. What a...
    • Bea Davis: Thinking of you and cherishing my precious memories of Jimmie and your Dad my life is richer because they...
    • Ruben Swint: Malcolm, I am sorry to learn of your Mom’s illness. Margie and I are praying for you. Your...
    • Shannon: Dear Malcolm, You and your mother are in my prayers. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. This recent post...
  • Shifting Gears  (9)
    • Bill Glass: Hey Malcolm, so sorry to hear that Jimmie is not doing well. I did not know she is sick. She and my Mom...

Singing from the Heart

I park about 6-7 blocks from my work each day so that I get a little extra exercise.

Yesterday I was walking from my office to the car and I came upon a young woman in her 20′s who was singing at the top of her lungs. It was a happy song she sang with her head tilted back not caring who could hear her.  It was a gift she was freely sharing.  I admired her confidence as she sang a Capella.  I could hear her a half block away and I watched her free spirited body language as she walked with bold, long purposeful strides.

When she saw me about 10 feet from her, she did not skip a beat in her song.  I smiled and interrupted her and said, “Whatever you do in your life, don’t stop singing.  Thank you for sharing your song with the world.”  She smiled and stopped for a moment.  “I’m singing about California, I love California.  Have you ever been?” she asked.

“Well, yes, I have,” I responded.  “What part?” she said quickly as she cocked her head to one side.  “San Francisco,” I added.  “That’s where I am from,” as she walked away starting her song once again for the world to hear.

As I walked I heard myself singing.  For me, it was old gospel hymns that I sung as a child.  All of these songs were learned in my early years growing up in the church as a preacher’s kid.  It was good medicine for my heart to sing several verses of each.   I was surprised I could remember the words to multiple verses.

When I sing, I often wander off key and lose my way.  Kind of like life.  Sometimes I start over, other times I just keep on going.  There are no “American Idol” judges to stop me anyway.

And so this morning as I walked the several blocks to work, I chose to sing out loud.

Whether you sing in the shower, in the car, or wherever, I hope you’ll sing.

If you are not a “singer,” that’s ok.  Singing is simply a metaphor for expressing what is in your heart to others.  What makes your heart sing?

Can you find a way to touch the deep well that is within you where fresh, clean water flows to the surface and out into the world?

The world is thirsty for such water.  Thirsty for love, for joy, for hope.

Sing your song.  The world needs your song.

Whatever you do, don’t stop singing.

Related Posts with Thumbnails

Post to Twitter

1 comment to Singing from the Heart

  • Edna Shurden Langley

    Malcolm,
    Thanks for sharing this wonderfully uplifting word.
    “There’s within my heart a melody…!”
    Edna

Leave a Reply

 

 

 

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>