We are members of a church that doesn’t use instrumental accompaniment with our singing. Each member sings and makes a melody in his heart to the Lord. The men of the congregation who are willing and able lead the singing.
My husband is one of those men, so each month we receive a schedule of who leads on which date. I always mark it on the calendar and remind my husband that his turn to lead singing is coming up. That way he can think about which songs he would like to choose.
This past Wednesday night, we were ushering our group into the auditorium in just the nick of time, when I noticed a group of men at the front looking around and having an earnest discussion. When they saw me, since I was the first one of our family through the door, one said urgently, “Where is Mr. SmockityFrocks?”
It was right then and there that I realized that I hadn’t reminded my husband that it was his turn to lead singing! No matter, because he stepped right to the front and asked everyone to turn in their songbooks to page such and such.
He had no idea, since he relies on me to keep up with schedules, that he was going to be leading singing that night, but he came through in the end.
Sorry for the goof, honey! You are the best!