I've been filling in and doing the music in primary.
I love the primary songs.
They are so powerful.
So pure and simple.
Eternal doctrines are set forth, carried into the hearts of our little ones by the beautiful melodies, nestled in their minds, ready to be recalled by the Spirit in time of need,
or strength or comfort.
Primary songs have been and integral part of my own conversion and I am continually grateful for their influence on my life and that of my family. (For those less familiar with these beautiful songs, I've provided links with lyrics as well as the option to listen to children's voices singing them)
I remember walking to my first day of university, so nervous, feeling so insignificant in what was the largest crowd I'd ever been a part of. I remember envisioning the Lord's hand in my and singing in my mind "Heavenly Father are you really there?" And knowing He was, knowing He knew me personally even if my professors would not.
I remember, as an EFY councillor singing the words "We will be the Lord's missionaries"and knowing that very moment that I should serve a mission, a decision I'm grateful for everyday.
I remember driving to the temple on my wedding day, singing "Teach me to walk in the light of His love" and "I will follow God's plan for me" knowing the I was on His path and feeling His love as I took this step towards the plan He had for me.
The primary songs served as my repertoire of lullabies and I have rocked my babies to sleep humming "Jesus once was a little child" and reassuring their little spirits, so fresh from heaven's realms, that they were still "a Child of God", that He had sent them here dn given them this home, and that I was determined to be the kind of parent the Lord intended them to have.
I remember one particularly challenging night. I had already been up for hours with Aaron, when baby Levi awoke, needing more from his already depleted mother. I was exhausted, from more than one night of this routine, and when I get over-tired, my brain goes into overdrive and I'd started contemplated all of my perceived struggles now and in the future. I was slowly giving way to thoughts and feelings that told me, I just couldn't do this, that it was just too hard. Just as I started to get completely overwhelmed, I started singing "He sent His Son" I thought, to help settle my fussy baby. Instead I was the one calmed, and soothed by the simple lyrics, testifying of the Saviour and all He has done for us. When I sang the closing line, "What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say?
Have faith, have hope, live like his Son,
help others on their way." It was so clear. This was what the Lord required of me, all He required, and He would help me.
Now I lay with my "big boy" Levi and we sing together every night,
"Lead me, guide me, Walk beside me."
I smile when I hear McKye beating his drum in the playroom drums to a rather rocking version of "We have been taught and we understand, that we must do as the Lord commands!"
And I chuckle every time I'm trying to get my rambunctious boys to be obedient by singing "I will go! I will do!" complete with muscles poses to represent spiritual strength (and appeal to their testosterone ;)
I'm pretty sure there is nothing that brings me as much joy or hope as hearing my children singing primary songs.
Yesterday in Senior Primary, I asked the children to tell me which songs really helped them feel the Spirit. As we sang each of them and talked about how thy made us feel and what truths each taught, we enjoyed a sweet but powerful Spirit.
Love was Spoken Here was one a few children mentioned.
1. (Girls) I see my mother kneeling with our family each day.
I hear the words she whispers as she bows her head to pray.
Her plea to the Father quiets all my fears,
And I am thankful love is spoken here.
2. (Boys) Mine is a home where ev'ry hour is blessed by
The strength of priesthood pow'r,
With father and mother leading the way,
Teaching me how to trust and obey;
And the things they teach are crystal clear,
For love is spoken here.
[3rd ending] I can often feel the Savior near
This morning on my walk, I listened to the mormon-tabernacle choir sing this beautiful song. And was inspired all over again.
I was impressed with how it's musical arrangement into parts is very much like the roles of mother and father. Distinct, each with a different melody and feel,
but together, that much more powerful as the harmonies combine and highlight one another.
I want my children to "see their mother kneeling" to have their fears quieted by my faithful whispers to my Lord I love.
I want our home to be blessed every hour by the Lord's power. I want to lead with Ben in united, loving ways that make our commitment to the Lord evident, even "crystal clear" so there can be no doubt that we trust and love the Lord and that they can too.
I want to feel the Saviour near-- often.
And singing beautiful primary songs sure helps.