Sing the Gospel

One of my favorite things has always been to sing/play/listen to good music. For as long as I can remember, it's been a key activity for the McDonald Clan. My brother and I grew from jumping around the living room to 80's hits to singing and playing our own duets. My mom would frequently conduct orchestras while driving (dangerous, I know) or burst into song and dance while in the kitchen (which proved to be equally dangerous). Every night, I would be tucked in with a ballad from at least one parent. We were never without music in our house.

So, it makes sense that nothing makes me feel at home like a good song. Even being a continent away from my family, music is still important to me. If the lyrics are rich, it resonates that much more. I enjoy frequently finding a new song, learning to play it (albeit poorly), and sharing it with my roommate, who graciously listens. 

A few months ago, I was introduced to a lovely song called "Sing the Gospel," and I recently stumbled back upon it. Now, it won't leave my head, and I'm not sure I want it to. I recorded it just for kicks one particularly slow day. If you'd like to graciously listen, feel free. If not, my feelings aren't hurt, I assure you.