For me singing in choir spiritually feeds me. It is something that I need to do and luckily I enjoy it too. I am especially loving it, because now Thing 2 has joined me at choir!
Or ward choir was planning on singing 3 numbers on the 20th. I am an alto and you know how you need all the altos you can get! I felt especially needed that day because we had
1 women’s number with 3 parts only 4 of us were singing alto
We were singing the Hallalujah Chorus
I have fond memories of the Hallelujah Chorus. We sang it every year in High School. Also on my mission I had read this inspirational story about the music of The Messiah
It is about a woman who learned to play the Messiah in 5 days, because an organist had to leave town for a sick mother.
It really stuck with me and one day I mentioned it to my new companion, who loved music as much as I did. She stopped, looked at me and said, “That was my mom. I was the preschooler who played in the pews while she practiced.”
I loved that, it was a REAL story.
Saturday afternoon one of my doula clients called. She was a first time mom in her early birthing time. We talked a few times that evening. I got my ducks in a row and went to bed, knowing she would most likely call me at some point in the night.
This meant I would probably miss singing in the choir.All I could do was pray about it and try to let that go. If I was meant to be there, then I would be. If not, it would be ok! I tried to give it up to God!
I woke up about every hour, wondering why they hadn’t called yet. I am too excited when I know I am about to go to a birth to sleep really well.
Finally at 5:30 they called. They were on the way to the hospital, her water had broken. I got up, took a 3 minute shower to wake up, put on my doula outfit and head out! I arrived at the hospital at 6. Mom was in a room and already pushing. She did AWESOME! Baby was born at 6:24 and mom and baby were both great.
I usually stay for 1-2 hours after birth. By 8:30 baby had nursed, mom and dad were doing wonderfully, I had moved their car from the Emergency Room Parking lot. They seemed settled and ready to be on their own. I asked if they were ok with me leaving. They were!
I called home. Told DH to have Thing 2 ready. I drove home quickly, changed and got us both to church about 2 minutes after 9. Thing 2 was a bit disgruntled we were a few minutes late. I explained, “I was at a birth!” He was totally surprised about that and then was fine with us being a bit late. Luckily we didn’t have to be on the stand until a bit later in the program, so the timing worked perfectly!
I felt the spirit so very strongly while we sang. I kept tearing up and it was hard to sing. I felt so honored to be a part of a beautiful birth that morning. I kept seeing that baby being born in my mind, and remembering how peaceful and beautiful of a birth it was and couldn’t help thinking of the precious baby Jesus born over 2000 years ago and the angels singing to announce His birth.
The music of Christmas is so powerful and I felt like it was my own little Christmas Miracle that I was able to be there to sing with the choir!