O my Strength, I sing praise to you; you, O God, are my fortress, my loving God. Psalm 59:17
I was a fetus when I first heard someone singing. In my household there was always singing. My mom sang, my dad sang, my grandmother sang. There wasn’t a day that went by without singing. Most of the songs I heard as a child were sang to or about God.
As I find myself in a new culture and in a mixed marriage, language, traditions and habits often clash. A few things stay true, one of them is the purity of singing the songs of my childhood.

My maternal grandmother too sang while doing her chores. Her songs were a bit more on the sad note. They expressed hardship but there was always rescue and hope at the end. I remember that at times those songs led to memories, which led to tears. That’s when we kids freaked out because we didn’t know how to comfort her. Only Jesus could.
From the womb I heard new songs. When I was around 6 I heard those songs being put in an album. I learned about how songs come to life. In the midst of my dad’s challenging work and church schedules there was time for inspiration, writing, arranging and producing. Mostly those songs were performed in empoverished areas. That’s where I saw the most joy coming from an audience.
As a child I learned my portion of children’s songs. There was a song for everything: a song that could be sang in the morning, a song for meal times, folk songs, songs sang while we played in a circle, songs for bed time. During that time I developed my love for the radio, an ample source of new songs. A sure way that the radio by the kitchen’s window would be turned up was if one of dad’s songs was in the radio. There was always a sound of rejoicing when that happened. My paternal grandmother always listened to my dad’s LP loudly, usually in the afternoons. My mom used to say that the LP probably had a hole because of the number of times Vó Maria played that particular project.
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The mark of a real singer doesn’t come from singing in front of millions people. It doesn’t come from having a record deal and being able to do runs (most people I grew up with can’t do runs). I believe that it comes from having song in your heart that cannot stop. Whether in bad or good times, that love song comes out of your mouth and influences the atmosphere. Those are the most powerful songs I’ve sang. I can even be by myself and there comes a song out of my heart. That sound brings hope, comfort and assurance for the future.
Sometimes I feel like the Israelites on Psalm 137. Hardships come, situations I have never faced before. It feels like I’m a foreign landscape. How can I sing the songs of the Lord in a foreign land? When I am facing difficulties, the first thing that disappears is the song. Songs usually come from happy hearts though humans are very capable of producing songs of contrition and mourning.
As I look the hills where my help comes from, my heart remember to sing even louder.
As the psalmist said, “I will sing to the LORD, for he has been good to me.” Psalm 13:6
This kind of singing allows me to praise God with my memory. It brings me much needed hope and refreshment.
My children hear me sing all day long. I don’t care if others think it’s strange. There are made up songs about waking up from a nap and waiting on mommy to get them out of the crib. There are songs from my childhood sang right before a meal - my son joins me with a loud amen so he can hurry up and eat. There are songs that I sing to my kids that came from me hearing the Lord tell me what each one of them needs to hear daily. When my son was born we started singing Psalms 23 to him before he goes to sleep. It gives him assurance that he doesn’t have to fear, the Lord is his Sheppard and He’s always near.
I intend to sing to the Lord as long as I live. I enjoy secular songs but the songs of the Lord are the only ones that give me fulfillment, reassuring solidity and plain hope.
I encourage you to find a song and sing it out loud today.
It is so comforting to have a line of a hymn come to you at random moments of the day. Some little piece of encouragement. It's important to always have a song in your heart, even though sometimes it might be just a quiet one. This is a great post, I loved it! I grew up with music too. My Mom was always singing a hymn or playing the piano, so I can relate! :)
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