My favorite song is amazing grace as sung by my mother on beautiful spring days at the kitchen sink.
Mom wasn’t a singer. I mean, she wasn’t horrible but it’s not something that she normally did and she didn’t sing in the choir at church. She sang with the congregation when we all did but, normally… she didn’t sing.
That made those occasions when I got to listen to her special. Maybe it was the weather or a very special day for her. Maybe she was just in a good mood on those days. Whatever it was, I was glad when it happened.
She would start slowly, singing a part of the first verse and then starting over until she got it just the way she wanted. Then, in the slow steady gait of Amazing Grace the rest of the song would flow through our home. Dishes clinked as she washed them and you could occasionally hear the song change as she moved about the kitchen.
As I stood in the living room hidden by a wall I listened to her strong, clear voice sing the song. She sang it acapella, of course, and she sang every word with heartfelt meaning. She sang all six versus (you didn’t even know there WERE six verses did you?) in a slow steady rhythm that embraced you with warmth and love.
It was peaceful standing there listening to her celebrate her life with God as she went about the chores of life. A special moment with her (even if she didn’t know I was there) that I get to keep as mine alone. It anchored that spot in time for me so that I can go back there any time and listen to her sing for me.
I love the song. I loved my mama singing it more.