Remember when Star Wars came out?  And the theme from the first Rocky movie?  Well, I don't exactly remember when, but it was about the time that I got my first car.  I remember listening to the radio and when either of the songs came on from these movies, I was instantly transformed into a spaceship, or a Rocky hero.  I would push on the gas, and "fly".  Wow.  It was cool.  (Now I have this thing about keeping the law....I always have, so I never "flew" over the speed limit, but it was fun to pretend to.  And I got this soaring feeling inside of me.  More due to the music than the actual speed on my car!)

I love to sing in my car. I used to have a great singing voice, but age and not enough practice have caught up to me. But, in my car, when I am all alone, I don't really care. And it's a great way for me to let it all out, or let it all go.  When I was younger, I listened to the radio and sang along with whatever artist was singing. When I got older I quit listening to the radio. I liked the silence of my car and the chance to reflect and often pray.  When I got even older than that, I started listening mostly to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.  And that's when I started to sing again.

So all of that makes me sound ancient. I'm not really. Today is my birthday and I thought I would try something new....blogging. I don't usually share feelings in print.  I have four children and all of them have great talents with words.  They have profound and unique ways of expressing their thoughts.  My husband, too, is eloquent and is one of those people that says the right things at the right times.   I am not super great with words, but music is another thing all together.  I can share most of what I feel through music. Mostly on the piano, but alone in my car I can share my great, great love for music and for my Heavenly Father.  When I sing, I praise Him.  I love Him.  I know He lives.

Lately I have listened to, and sung to, the MoTabs primary songs album, "Teach Me to Walk in the Light". I love it!  Music that I sang in primary when I was little, and new songs that my grandchildren sing now.  It starts with "I Think the World is Glorious".  So, I sing and sing and sing and sing!  I choke up, and can hardly sing, " Mother, Tell me a Story".  I hold my palm branch high in the air while singing, "Tell me the stories of Jesus".  My heart feels like it will burst out of my chest when I sing, "I know he lives!  I will follow faithfully. My heart I give to Him. I know that my Savior loves me."  And all the others.  What a glorious album to listen to and to sing to.

Now, in case you think that is all I listen to, I also have Vocal Point (The Game Day song is great!  That flying thing again!)  and Voice Male (I'm a Hippopotamus and I've got Noodles on my Back!) (I know.  Silly.  But fun!) and The Piano Guys CD in my car.

I am so grateful for music; so grateful that it blesses my life every day. And even more grateful that I can bless others lives through it.