I really miss singing. It struck me the other day as I was humming a hymn that I hardly sing at all these days. Since the pandemic has quashed singing in church for the duration, my opportunities for expressing myself in prayer that way have really dried up. I sing a little bit around the house, but even that has been rare these days.
Singing is such an integral part of praying for me. When I am the most deeply lamenting and the most stunningly joyful I naturally sing. It expresses so much more than words. It is physical. Using the very body God has created to give expression to my relationship with God. I am sure my neighbors have raised their eyebrows, as well as drivers at a variety of stoplights.
Since I noticed I am missing it, I have been more intentional in including singing in my personal worship. And it has made clear to me that I am not a victim or in any way disadvantaged. Nothing can separate me from God’s love and nothing can contain my worship. I will keep everyone as safe as I can, and I will praise God, and express my laments, as well.
Worship. Pray. Don’t be daunted. We need to be connected with God more than ever, and more deeply than ever!