My sisters and I will be performing tomorrow, sharing our voices and our hearts, filling the air with songs that are dear to us. We are singing songs reminiscent of days gone by, when voices like The Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby were heard through the airwaves.
The preparations for this performance have been long and hard, and, in the few short hours that will pass with the night, we shall be standing upon a platform in all our vintage finery, melding our voices to the tunes of "I'll Be With You In Apple Blossom Time", "On Moonlight Bay", Shoo, Shoo, Baby", and "Loch Lomond". If you'd like to know more about it, we have built a new blog dedicated to what we call, "The Ramsey Sisters", here.
The night feels cold, worry stalking our hopeful hearts, telling us disheartening lies. The chill frightens me.
But the cold of a fearful night can bring a of morning of glorious silver frost, the darting crystals of heaven-sent splendor pulling sharply at our souls, reminding us of his glory. Just as the sun melts away the momentary jewels left by the cold, God's whisper will melt the cold descent of Satan's lies.
Will you pray, dear friends? We will be doing our half hour set three times tomorrow, and the taut intensity inside me reminds of the strings on Sarah Anne's violin, tightened to crisp unity before running across the strings. We all feel that way, holding our minds and hearts still, ready for the opening of the curtain, ready to push our feet across the stage, ready to unveil our months of hard work on whatever audience may stand before us. May God guide our hands and our feet, and thread his love through the fabric of our songs.
Tomorrow is a new day. Our hearts await its touch.