Tuning In To His Song




Cringing and grimacing are often seen, along with some snickering thrown in for good measure, whenever I sing.  I can’t carry a tune to save my life.  Thankfully, I’ve never had to.

That’s why I find it so laughable that the man I call “husband” has such an amazing voice.

He doesn’t think he does, but, oh, how he can sing.  Not in a you-should-go-out-and-start-a-band kind of way.  No, no.  I’m talking about the I’m-gonna-stop-my-catterwauling-to-listen-to-you kind of way.  Others might move a few rows farther away when I get fired up, or wish they were in a different car.  Not so, when he does.  Others tune in and scootch closer.

He doesn’t think his song is all that special, because his brother sings, too. And well!  As in, already-an-artist kind of way.

But, each time that my man chooses to belt it out, and thinks he’s just blending in with the host of other voices around him?

My own singing ceases (thankfully).

I look up at him.

And I.



To his song.

Because it’s always beautiful.

It’s Five Minute Friday time over at Lisa Jo Baker’s place. Dontcha’ just love it?  Today’s prompt is “song”.  You know you want to read what others had to share about this little word.  Click the button below and you can!


16 thoughts on “Tuning In To His Song

  1. that’s so sweet 🙂

    I have 2 friends that are sisters & they are perfect voices together (they both lead worship in the church) & when I’m next to them, I just have to close my mouth & listen to them… their talent for God shared right there. Its a beautiful thing

  2. Awwww fun!! Same situation here – my kids tell me to stop singing, but the Spunky Hunk – he’s fab. xxxx

  3. Missy this had me chuckling so much! I have a dear friend who also can’t carry a tune for nothin’. His mom has the most amazing voice, but he didn’t get any of her tonal genes… but I love that he doesn’t care. He makes a joyful noise with arms outstretched with no fear and no timidness… just pure, unfailing worship and love for God. I see that in you, too… and I see all the love you have for your man. Such a blessing and so wonderful to see. I love this post. I am beaming just thinking about how cute you too must be 🙂

  4. Aw, this reminds me of my first date with my hubster. We went to a concert and he was all excited for the opening band {i had no clue who this band was}. He started to sing along with them and I watched him singing along, just smiling at him. {I’m still his biggest fan}

  5. Aww…love it.
    I remember the first time I heard my boyfriend sing…and I said to myself “I could listen to that my whole life….” So far, that’s proven true. As far as I’m concerned, my hubby can never sing enough 🙂

  6. Dear friend,
    I love this loving tribute to your sweet man, and we are so kindred when it comes to singing…it is a gift when I don’t sing at home 🙂 Happy Friday 🙂

  7. I once had a toddler in the church nursery ask me to quit singing because I hurt her ears. So I understand looking to and listening for others to sing. However, no song is sweeter than the one our Father sing over us.

  8. Missy, please remind me one day when we are all home with Jesus to ask you not to sing for me!! You are sooo funny, dear one. I love singing, but my sons always ask me to stop. I wonder why?

  9. Okay, this is just too good! Now I really can’t wait to share moments with you eating pound cake, oatmeal raisin cookies (that’s right, I said it!) and hearing your sweet hubby sing. Maybe I’ll join you in a little off-key karaoke. :/

  10. You’re so cute! 🙂 I was in choir for awhile, not because I can sing (terrible), but cuz I loooove to. And turns out, if i stop trying to song soprano, it’s much easier on everyone’s eardrums. 🙂

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