Singing in the Fields

Yesterday at our service site I was able to witness the comforting presence of God. We arrived and the weather was being a big pain-heavy rain and strong winds. The previous day, we could not even get to the site because of the flooding; so, today was important to catch up on our lost work pruning the rose geranium in the fields. We headed out into the fields when the rain had paused for a moment. We were with the Zulu ladies, which was our first time getting to work beside them. I glanced up at the sky, which showed blue patches, the sun poking its head through. I smiled, happy to feel just a bit of sun in the cold air. As we began working, however, the sun was soon swallowed up by the clouds and down came the rain. I could sense that the ladies were not pleased and I was tempted to begin complaining but I decided to sing instead. So I started praising my Jesus. “So good, so, so good to me” and “You’re beautiful” over, and over, and over again. I knew that if I stopped singing my hands would stop working. Then I realized, if singing is helping me get through this soaking wet and freezing cold job, I should be singing so that the ladies can join me. So quietly I began to sing the only two Zulu worship songs I knew. The wind was so strong it was hard to hear anything except my own voice but when it came to a line I could not remember I heard the faint sound of a voice chiming in. I smiled and continued with the song. An hour later, we had pruned and filled all of the bags we needed and I know the only way we got through that time was praising Jesus through the storm.
May your trials or hardships never leave you voiceless; instead, may you constantly lift your voice up in worship to Jesus, knowing that although you may not feel the truth of the words you are singing, you believe them to be true.
All my love,
Gennavieve