Sing, Sing a Song....

My Grandma has always told me that she doesn't sing. She may hold the hymnal in her lap, I don't know, but I never have heard her sing a hymn. I slightly remember riding in the car and having some trucker tape playing maybe she would sing along. I don't know, but she always told me she didn't sing. Why didn't she sing, because some buffoon years ago told her she couldn't. That is a sad tale. If you know me, you know that I love to sing. I sing in the shower, I sing in the car, I make up songs to sing to my children. Sometimes when someones talking to me, it reminds me of a song and I sing. I don't have a trained voice, and sometimes when I'm embarrassed it wavers and may slightly crack. But I sing anyway. I've always felt very proud when someone asks me to sing in church. I look forward to those opportunities with a happy heart. Since I've lived here, those opportunities have been few and far between. But nothing stings like a slap in the face, as today did. I shouldn't take it personally, but some how I did. Today in church when they called the woman's choir up to sing the intermediate hymn I did not join them. I was not invited to sing, along with a couple other ladies who can't carry a tune. So is this my subtle hint to exit stage left?
Once upon a time Big Bird and a whole gang sang a song that forever will remain my motto...
Sing Sing a Song
Sing out loud
Sing out Strong
DON'T WORRY IF YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH
for any one else to hear
Just sing
Sing a song.
So to those of you who don't think I'm a singer, to bad. I refuse to sit quietly with my hymnal in my lap. I will sing on!