It’s Easter, and I went to church today. I haven’t been in a while. I just haven’t felt very church-ey lately. But I went today, and during the service a young woman sang a special song. She’s a tiny, petite thing and I didn’t know she could sing, but she stands up there in front of a packed church and starts singing. I knew I recognized the song, but it took me just a bit to figure out it’s “My Redeemer Lives” by Nicole Mullen.

If you know it, then you know it’s not a song for the faint of heart or frail of voice. Even if I had a wonderful voice, I still don’t know if I’d ever choose to sing it, just because to do it justice, you’ve really got to bring it, you know, because Nicole Mullen can bring the house down with that song.

And this girl was bringing it–it was awesome. And amazing for such a strong voice to be coming out of such a tiny body. Toward the end of the song, I was wondering what she was going to do, because the way the original singers sing it is one thing–the way ‘real’ people sing it can be totally different, and not always good. Sometimes people think they’ve got to sing it exactly like the original singer did, and that’s when people can begin to sound like me singing in the shower. Not good. But not this girl. She kind of did a mix of the original with her own thing, and it worked. Then it was time for some high notes, and she went for them. And hit them. It was lovely.

I’m not sure why, but I was touched more by the fact that she went for them than that she hit them. Cause I know I wouldn’t have even tried. I just appreciated her willingness; the success was a bonus.