Faith & Inspiration
by Chelsea Boes
Posted 8/27/15, 04:28 pm
“In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothing to hear. Nothing to feel. Nothing to see.”
The first time someone told me I sang beautifully, I was standing in my parents’ kitchen washing dishes and caroling an 80-year-old tune over the sink suds. The song had transmitted to me, a tiny but vigorous soprano, via the bouncing lines of our family’s red hymnal:
I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more;
But the master of the sea heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me, now safe am I!
Exactly a week after our Pennsylvania move, I awoke groggy from the bizarre kind of nightmare only pregnancy can bring. Afterward, still in a dream-fog, I clomped downstairs and poured orange juice onto my cereal instead of milk.