First, thank you all for your kind and supportive comments and prayers for me in the last few days.
We actually got to rehearse all the music on Thursday night, which put many anxieties to rest.
The song I led was for the recessional at the end. So I had already sung harmonies on the other songs through the wedding. I was nice and warmed up and relaxed when I started singing. I felt confident. However, what I don't know is that my microphone is not working. I know some of you may think how could she not hear that, well the speakers for the audience are in front of the musicians and we don't hear what you hear.
I get through the first verse and chorus and I see the lady in the sound booth waving frantically and pointing at the mic. I get it, no one can hear me. Indignation rises in me, I look around and see that Mark who is playing mandolin has a mic. He's not using it, so I grab it. It's working and thank the lord at least some people heard me sing that song. The bride and groom didn't, but I think they were to happy to mind.
Mostly I'm feeling unaffected by it all at the moment even chuckling at the comedy of it and not taking myself to serriously.
I will sing for the veil that never lifts/I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a life time maybe, to lift/I will sing for the rent in the veil/I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light/ I will sing for what is behind the veil—light, light and more light/This is the world and this is the work of the world. ~Mary Oliver
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