Music is in my blood.
This is a picture of my Grandpa Webb playing the sax in the Webb brothers band. I recently read a book about my ancestors who lived in the Mormon colonies in Mexico in the late 1800s. They were known for their musical talents (and their love of literature).
Going to BYU, majoring in music, almost sucked the music right out of my blood… if that is possible. It certainly squashed the love of music right out of me. It was a competitive program, and I was actually kicked out once and advised to find another major.
Long story short… I begged my way back in, and worked hard to graduate. But by the end I was pretty scarred. I couldn’t stand to listen to anything, because my brain couldn’t escape the habit of analyzing everything I heard. My confidence in my skills was shot, and I found no joy in singing.
Today I declare myself officially healed.
Last week I sang The Lord Bless You and Keep You with some of my sisters. It’s one of our specialties, and sometimes I take it for granted. But it is really beautiful. What a privilege it is to sing with my amazingly talented sisters! To be able to blend without effort, and feel each others breathing and dynamics without having to say anything. What a joy that is!
Today in church I led the singing for the congregation. I felt joy as I led so many people in singing praises.
I also directed the ward choir. Everyone worked so hard to learn their parts, looking to me to teach them and help them. I loved the challenge of trying to make that music as beautiful as it could be! And I felt confident in my skills, and my ability to do the job.
I even feel grateful for my time at BYU, and the things I learned there.
Yes- music is in my blood, right where it belongs. I missed it there for a while.