Getting out of the boat

In September our church had a quarterly "singing" instead of the regular Sunday night service. Afterward they served snacks...etc. I was rash enough to get up and sing a song. Now everyone has been hounding me to sing one during the Sunday AM service.

Hmmmm...

Well...

Last Wed one of my Wed night students-forever after referred to as TW in this post-offered to play her guitar for me. TW is quite the whizbang on the guitar and is quite the singer as well. So I will get out of the boat and walk on water, as it were, and sing a song or two for them. We are going to work on a Christmas song and on a Mother's Day song.

Thank you TW for holding my hand as I set out to walk on the Sunday morning musical waters.

Comments

Unknown said…
Hi!!!
Sorry I've been missing in action for a while :( Thanks so much for popping by and checking in on us :)

Hospital bed rest is awful, but we've got to hang on to this little bambino for as long as possible so he (or she) won't be tooooo premature.

Hubby may not be able to make it to the hospital often because I was sent to a hospital 6 hrs away from home. They specialize in preemies and high risk pregnancies. I know I'm the right place, but I just miss Hubby so much. It's tough for him to get away from the farm for a few days though :( Just hope I don't go into labour without him being here for the birth!
November 6, 2008 at 8:23 AM
Calfkeeper said…
c-I can't imagine being in your position. Thanks for taking time to stop in and check in on ME! It must be hard to be apart from hubby, but I know it's hard on him too. I hope you can hold on to the baby for as long as possible.
November 6, 2008 at 9:18 AM
Anonymous said…
I have never heard you sing -- will you post a snippet of your Christmas song? Pretty please?
November 8, 2008 at 12:41 PM
Amrita said…
give us a video of the performance
November 9, 2008 at 5:11 AM
Calfkeeper said…
21094-I didn't know you were even reading this anymore. I don't know if they will video it or not, or, even if they did, how to post it. We will see.

amrita-read above. haha
November 9, 2008 at 4:46 PM
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