Momedy Sketch: Mine is a home...

October 14, 2007

Here, click on this first, you can listen to it while you read. It is a beautiful instrumental arrangement which will put the rest of this post into context.
There's this song the kids sing in Primary called Love is Spoken here. Today I was helping out in there as they were a bit short-handed. They were practising for their Sacrament Presentation next week and sang this song as a round. I started singing along with gusto but soon was embarassed to find myself dissolving into tears as I always do when that song is sung. It's like a Pavlovian response and I find it just slightly annoying that wherever we are when we hear it, Aaron cranes his neck over to see if it is having it's usual effect on me. He thinks it is very charming when I do my Rudolph the red nosed reindeer impression (I don't cry pretty) and is always ready with an only slightly used tissue.
Today the line "mine is the home where every hour is blessed by the strength of Priesthood power" in particular touched me. I am so very grateful for that. I think I often take it for granted but it has provided me with everything I hold dear. It is such an inexpressible comfort to me as a mother, and it is the intangible factor that makes our home the refuge which it is to me.
I get snotty whenever this song is sung for another reason too. Just before I left to come over to the U.S aged 18, our family was asked to sing it in Sacrament meeting. I remember us having a big argument over the rehearsing of it and singing through clenched teeth until none of us could handle the irony anymore and somebody snorted allowing everyone else to go into hysterics. On the day we sang it though,I was actually overcome with genuine emotion because while things had been far from perfect, I was blessed to have been brought up within a family who not only loved me but also gave me the opportunity to find my faith, and through doing so, provided me with a sense of belonging to something eternal. You cannot help but feel special leaving to face the world with all of that. It is my sincerest wish that my children have similar feeings when they listen to this song in later years.
(I will initiate Gracie regarding waterproof mascara.)
Love is Spoken Here
I see my mother kneeling, with our family each day
I hear the words she whispers, as she bows her head to pray.
Her plea to the Father, quiets all my fears
And I am thankful, love is spoken here
Mine is a home, where every hour,
is blessed by the strength of Priesthood power
With father and mother leading the way, teaching us how to trust and obey
and the things they teach are crystal clear for love is spoken here.
I can often feel the Saviour near, for love is spoken here.

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I love this song too. While talking to the kids a week back Elise told us this is her all time favorite primary song.
Posted by: Carolyn | October 15, 2007 at 01:16 PM