I don't know about you, but while I'm busy doing different chores around the house I find myself humming or singing. For some reason it makes lighter my workload. It gives me joy inside. I know I drive Willard crazy on these long trips to Chapel Hill and back, LOL, because I hum or sing all the way there and all the way back. I even hum while he's talking to me. And yes I hear every word he says. I guess it's my way of letting all that joy that God gives me in my soul come to the surface.
I do miss singing at the nursing home and seeing all my good friends there. Willard is at the nursing home now giving the Sunday school lesson. When he gets home he'll give me a report of how everyone is getting along. Most times the reports are so sad. Those gentle loving people are all getting worse off, with each passing day. It breaks my heart and brings tears to my eyes. Mr. Maynard once said" this is my last home before Heaven ". And in fact Mr. Maynard is letting everyone know that he wants to die. You see Mr. Maynard is a man of God, his prayers sends cold chills down the spine of the sinners around him. His prayers are so powerful, and with each request while he prays, you can tell how much he loves the Lord. And there's Mr. Jack, always with that silly little smile on his face. I sure miss seeing that smile. And then there's David. Every time I walk into the lunch room he's yelling to the top of his voice" guess what Ms. Joan" and then he'd go into describing something he had received from someone or a visit they had with someone. Lately he too has slowed down and stays in his room more. And Ms. Georgia. Ms. Georgia a very proud lady. My understanding while she was still with her husband that she was treated like a queen. She'd always tell you about her father or husband and the life that she had with them. But now she hardly knows who we are when we walk in. Where there was once acknowledgment of our presence , there is now just a blank stare. And then there's Ms. Pearl. Ms. Pearl hardly knows she's even in this world, and yet as she sits in her chair, staring into oblivion, she's humming a sweet song.
Yes, I do believe that the little songs we hum or sing, hardly noticing that we're even doing it, comes from our very souls. It's the joy that Jesus Christ feels our hearts with. So much joy, it has to come out, somehow.
I just want to say this, praise God, praise God, praise God!

Colossians 3:16
Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.

So keep those songs singing, and continue to hum those hymns, and feel the joy of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ rise up in you.
Until next time, I wish you happiness and health, God bless and God save.