Annie, a friend of mine, was singing with some teenagers. A man questioned why a gray-haired lady would be part of the group and asked her age. Hearing she was 65, he said, “She has a voice and heart every bit as young as the teens with her.” Another time Annie was in the choir loft, invisible to the assembly. Someone said, “That has to be the voice of an angel. There’s no one up there.” Annie is the cantor for funerals, and her voice surrounds the grieving with peace. Annie’s voice is an instrument in the Lord’s hands.
Today how will you use your voice? Let God sing in your heart. Let God be your song. And let the world hear through your lips how good God is.